Song | Chariot of the Sun |
Artist | Rick Wakeman |
Album | A Suite of Gods |
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作词 : Wakeman | |
Phaeton asked his mother | |
Pleading with her, was he the son | |
Of the God Apollo, "Please tell me am I the one" | |
The sun as a witness | |
Was called for its truthfulness | |
"go to the land whence the sun rises. | |
Built of gold and jewels | |
Is the palace of the sun. | |
Demand of Apollo. | |
Are you his rightful son?" | |
And so he ventured in time | |
Spring was crowned with thorns | |
And Summer's ripe grain formed as a wreath | |
Autumn stained with juice of grapes | |
Winter icy still beneath | |
"Am I your son?" | |
"Can I drive your chariot. | |
Your chariot of the sun? | |
Chase the tests of nature | |
Until the race is won?" | |
Afraid of the danger at first he declined | |
"The dangers are such that you cannot survive" | |
Still the wish was granted, horses springing forward as one | |
Serpents coiled down below, felt the heat as if it were sun | |
Control no longer, the world on fire | |
Still he journeyed through | |
Rivers boiled and earth cracked | |
Fishes sought their lowest depth | |
Earth cried out in pain | |
Could she withstand such a test? | |
Jupiter sent thunder, lightning | |
Rain to water the fire | |
And to quench new thirst | |
The chariot was burning, into cooling waters it fell | |
Phaeton rests now and on his stone | |
The words are written. | |
"No more the chariot of the sun wich could not bring him home." |
zuo ci : Wakeman | |
Phaeton asked his mother | |
Pleading with her, was he the son | |
Of the God Apollo, " Please tell me am I the one" | |
The sun as a witness | |
Was called for its truthfulness | |
" go to the land whence the sun rises. | |
Built of gold and jewels | |
Is the palace of the sun. | |
Demand of Apollo. | |
Are you his rightful son?" | |
And so he ventured in time | |
Spring was crowned with thorns | |
And Summer' s ripe grain formed as a wreath | |
Autumn stained with juice of grapes | |
Winter icy still beneath | |
" Am I your son?" | |
" Can I drive your chariot. | |
Your chariot of the sun? | |
Chase the tests of nature | |
Until the race is won?" | |
Afraid of the danger at first he declined | |
" The dangers are such that you cannot survive" | |
Still the wish was granted, horses springing forward as one | |
Serpents coiled down below, felt the heat as if it were sun | |
Control no longer, the world on fire | |
Still he journeyed through | |
Rivers boiled and earth cracked | |
Fishes sought their lowest depth | |
Earth cried out in pain | |
Could she withstand such a test? | |
Jupiter sent thunder, lightning | |
Rain to water the fire | |
And to quench new thirst | |
The chariot was burning, into cooling waters it fell | |
Phaeton rests now and on his stone | |
The words are written. | |
" No more the chariot of the sun wich could not bring him home." |
zuò cí : Wakeman | |
Phaeton asked his mother | |
Pleading with her, was he the son | |
Of the God Apollo, " Please tell me am I the one" | |
The sun as a witness | |
Was called for its truthfulness | |
" go to the land whence the sun rises. | |
Built of gold and jewels | |
Is the palace of the sun. | |
Demand of Apollo. | |
Are you his rightful son?" | |
And so he ventured in time | |
Spring was crowned with thorns | |
And Summer' s ripe grain formed as a wreath | |
Autumn stained with juice of grapes | |
Winter icy still beneath | |
" Am I your son?" | |
" Can I drive your chariot. | |
Your chariot of the sun? | |
Chase the tests of nature | |
Until the race is won?" | |
Afraid of the danger at first he declined | |
" The dangers are such that you cannot survive" | |
Still the wish was granted, horses springing forward as one | |
Serpents coiled down below, felt the heat as if it were sun | |
Control no longer, the world on fire | |
Still he journeyed through | |
Rivers boiled and earth cracked | |
Fishes sought their lowest depth | |
Earth cried out in pain | |
Could she withstand such a test? | |
Jupiter sent thunder, lightning | |
Rain to water the fire | |
And to quench new thirst | |
The chariot was burning, into cooling waters it fell | |
Phaeton rests now and on his stone | |
The words are written. | |
" No more the chariot of the sun wich could not bring him home." |