| Song | The Herald |
| Artist | Comus |
| Album | First Utterance |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Goring, Hellaby, Wootten | |
| As a single star glides | |
| Swiftly down the night | |
| A soft wetting note issues | |
| From the time-worn flute | |
| Frowning slightly the herald listens | |
| Wistful across the night | |
| And from way back behind | |
| The day comes the echoed answer | |
| The day advances oh so slowly | |
| His shadow lengthens and his voice is mute | |
| But clear his flute and sadly | |
| Walks forward followed by the day | |
| Herald of morning walks across | |
| The Earth eternally | |
| And somewhere in the black distance | |
| Another herald puts down his flute | |
| And the dewy dawn creeps on | |
| And the night withdraws | |
| The day advances oh so slowly | |
| His shadow lengthens and his voice is mute | |
| But clear his flute and sadly | |
| Walks forward followed by the day | |
| Herald of morning walks across | |
| The Earth eternally |
| zuo qu : Goring, Hellaby, Wootten | |
| As a single star glides | |
| Swiftly down the night | |
| A soft wetting note issues | |
| From the timeworn flute | |
| Frowning slightly the herald listens | |
| Wistful across the night | |
| And from way back behind | |
| The day comes the echoed answer | |
| The day advances oh so slowly | |
| His shadow lengthens and his voice is mute | |
| But clear his flute and sadly | |
| Walks forward followed by the day | |
| Herald of morning walks across | |
| The Earth eternally | |
| And somewhere in the black distance | |
| Another herald puts down his flute | |
| And the dewy dawn creeps on | |
| And the night withdraws | |
| The day advances oh so slowly | |
| His shadow lengthens and his voice is mute | |
| But clear his flute and sadly | |
| Walks forward followed by the day | |
| Herald of morning walks across | |
| The Earth eternally |
| zuò qǔ : Goring, Hellaby, Wootten | |
| As a single star glides | |
| Swiftly down the night | |
| A soft wetting note issues | |
| From the timeworn flute | |
| Frowning slightly the herald listens | |
| Wistful across the night | |
| And from way back behind | |
| The day comes the echoed answer | |
| The day advances oh so slowly | |
| His shadow lengthens and his voice is mute | |
| But clear his flute and sadly | |
| Walks forward followed by the day | |
| Herald of morning walks across | |
| The Earth eternally | |
| And somewhere in the black distance | |
| Another herald puts down his flute | |
| And the dewy dawn creeps on | |
| And the night withdraws | |
| The day advances oh so slowly | |
| His shadow lengthens and his voice is mute | |
| But clear his flute and sadly | |
| Walks forward followed by the day | |
| Herald of morning walks across | |
| The Earth eternally |