Song | Island of Sorrows |
Artist | Andy M. Stewart |
Album | Man in the Moon |
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作词 : Moore, OBeirne, Stewart | |
She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps | |
While around her sweet lovers are sighing | |
But coldly she turns from their wooings and weeps | |
For her heart with his cold grave is lying | |
She sings the wild songs of her own native home | |
Every note which he so loved awaking | |
Ah but little they think who delight in her tones | |
How the heart of this young girl is breaking | |
Though he lived for his love it's for his country he died | |
They were all that to life had entwined him | |
The tears of his country may never be dried | |
Nor long will his love stay behind him | |
So make her a grave where the sun goes to rest | |
And think on a glorious tomorrow | |
May it shine on her sleep like a smile from the | |
West From her own lovely | |
Island of | |
Sorrows |
zuo ci : Moore, OBeirne, Stewart | |
She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps | |
While around her sweet lovers are sighing | |
But coldly she turns from their wooings and weeps | |
For her heart with his cold grave is lying | |
She sings the wild songs of her own native home | |
Every note which he so loved awaking | |
Ah but little they think who delight in her tones | |
How the heart of this young girl is breaking | |
Though he lived for his love it' s for his country he died | |
They were all that to life had entwined him | |
The tears of his country may never be dried | |
Nor long will his love stay behind him | |
So make her a grave where the sun goes to rest | |
And think on a glorious tomorrow | |
May it shine on her sleep like a smile from the | |
West From her own lovely | |
Island of | |
Sorrows |
zuò cí : Moore, OBeirne, Stewart | |
She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps | |
While around her sweet lovers are sighing | |
But coldly she turns from their wooings and weeps | |
For her heart with his cold grave is lying | |
She sings the wild songs of her own native home | |
Every note which he so loved awaking | |
Ah but little they think who delight in her tones | |
How the heart of this young girl is breaking | |
Though he lived for his love it' s for his country he died | |
They were all that to life had entwined him | |
The tears of his country may never be dried | |
Nor long will his love stay behind him | |
So make her a grave where the sun goes to rest | |
And think on a glorious tomorrow | |
May it shine on her sleep like a smile from the | |
West From her own lovely | |
Island of | |
Sorrows |