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 |