Loreena Mckennitt - Good King Wenceslas
Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the Feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gathring winter fuel
"Hither, page, and stand by me,
If thou knowst it, telling
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes fountain."
"Sire, the night is darker now
And the wind blows stronger
Fails my heart, I know not how
I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, my good page
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shall find the winters rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly."
In his masters step he trod
Where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed
Therefore, Christian men, be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye, who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing.
END
编辑于2008/05/24更新

rage of the winter歌词

Rhapsody

简介： 90年代中期，不甘寂寞的意大利摇滚乐向世界乐坛发动了一场猛烈的攻击。作为这场 意大利金属风暴 的最前锋，RHAPSODY(狂想曲)乐队象一把出鞘的利剑给这正日益走向颓废与死亡的摇滚世界最为致命的一击。

[ti:Good King Wenceslas]
[ar:Loreena Mckennitt]
[al:A Winter Garden]
[by:Van]
[offset:500]
[00:00.01]Loreena Mckennitt - Good King Wenceslas
[00:16.34]
[00:32.68]Good King Wenceslas looked out
[00:35.55]On the Feast of Stephen
[00:38.34]When the snow lay round about
[00:41.25]Deep and crisp and even
[00:44.23]Brightly shone the moon that night
[00:47.17]Though the frost was cruel
[00:50.04]When a poor man came in sight
[00:53.09]Gathring winter fuel
[00:56.97]
[00:59.00]\"Hither, page, and stand by me,
[01:01.88]If thou knowst it, telling
[01:04.73]Yonder peasant, who is he?
[01:07.59]Where and what his dwelling?\"
[01:10.71]\"Sire, he lives a good league hence,
[01:13.55]Underneath the mountain
[01:16.58]Right against the forest fence
[01:19.31]By Saint Agnes fountain.\"
[01:24.06]
[01:51.73]\"Sire, the night is darker now
[01:54.59]And the wind blows stronger
[01:57.62]Fails my heart, I know not how
[02:00.47]I can go no longer.\"
[02:03.53]\"Mark my footsteps, my good page
[02:06.36]Tread thou in them boldly
[02:09.31]Thou shall find the winters rage
[02:12.19]Freeze thy blood less coldly.\"
[02:16.63]
[02:18.25]In his masters step he trod
[02:20.98]Where the snow lay dinted
[02:23.96]Heat was in the very sod
[02:26.96]Which the Saint had printed
[02:29.82]Therefore, Christian men, be sure
[02:32.75]Wealth or rank possessing
[02:35.77]Ye, who now will bless the poor
[02:38.66]Shall yourselves find blessing.
[02:43.45]
[03:05.46]
[03:14.60]END
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