Loreena McKennitt - The Lady Of Shalott
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro the field the road run by
To many-towered Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes and dusk and shiver
Thro the wave that runs forever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent island imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.
Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly
Flowing down to towerd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers "tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott."
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay,
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirrors magic sights,
For often thro the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and with lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the Moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows," she said
The Lady Of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneeld
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.
His broad clear brow in sunlight glowd;
On burnishd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flowd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra Lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces taro the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She looked down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror cracked from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.
In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining
Over towered Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott
And down the rivers dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."
编辑于2009/01/01更新

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[ti:The Lady Of Shalott]
[ar:Loreena McKennitt]
[al:The Visit]
[by:Van]
[00:00.00]Loreena McKennitt - The Lady Of Shalott
[00:18.00]
[00:36.66]On either side of the river lie
[00:40.53]Long fields of barley and of rye,
[00:45.09]That clothe the world and meet the sky;
[00:49.17]And thro the field the road run by
[00:52.68]To many-towered Camelot;
[00:56.93]And up and down the people go,
[01:00.60]Gazing where the lilies blow
[01:04.89]Round an island there below,
[01:07.92]The island of Shalott.
[01:10.87]
[01:12.90]Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
[01:16.56]Little breezes and dusk and shiver
[01:20.41]Thro the wave that runs forever
[01:24.19]By the island in the river
[01:27.52]Flowing down to Camelot.
[01:31.92]Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
[01:35.89]Overlook a space of flowers,
[01:39.77]And the silent island imbowers
[01:43.27]The Lady of Shalott.
[01:45.91]
[01:48.07]Only reapers, reaping early,
[01:51.59]In among the bearded barley
[01:55.38]Hear a song that echoes cheerly
[01:59.30]From the river winding clearly
[02:02.85]Flowing down to towerd Camelot;
[02:07.14]And by the moon the reaper weary,
[02:10.85]Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
[02:14.51]Listening, whispers \"tis the fairy
[02:18.35]The Lady of Shalott.\"
[02:21.02]
[02:38.26]There she weaves by night and day
[02:41.78]A magic web with colours gay,
[02:45.52]She has heard a whisper say,
[02:49.33]A curse is on her if she stay
[02:52.78]To look down to Camelot.
[02:56.93]She knows not what the curse may be,
[03:00.44]And so she weaveth steadily,
[03:04.44]And little other care hath she,
[03:07.84]The Lady of Shalott.
[03:10.91]
[03:12.74]But in her web she still delights
[03:16.36]To weave the mirrors magic sights,
[03:20.78]For often thro the silent nights
[03:24.12]A funeral, with plumes and with lights
[03:27.89]And music, went to Camelot;
[03:32.48]Or when the Moon was overhead,
[03:35.78]Came two young lovers lately wed.
[03:39.66]\"I am half sick of shadows,\" she said
[03:43.19]The Lady Of Shalott.
[03:46.12]
[04:05.16]A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
[04:08.76]He rode between the barley sheaves,
[04:12.51]The sun came dazzling thro the leaves,
[04:16.23]And flamed upon the brazen greaves
[04:20.05]Of bold Sir Lancelot.
[04:24.43]A red-cross knight for ever kneeld
[04:28.26]To a lady in his shield,
[04:31.92]That sparkled on the yellow field,
[04:35.12]Beside remote Shalott.
[04:38.00]
[04:39.76]His broad clear brow in sunlight glowd;
[04:43.32]On burnishd hooves his war-horse trode;
[04:46.84]From underneath his helmet flowd
[04:50.31]His coal-black curls as on he rode,
[04:53.94]As he rode down to Camelot.
[04:58.36]From the bank and from the river
[05:01.76]He flashed into the crystal mirror,
[05:06.02]\"Tirra Lirra,\" by the river
[05:09.40]Sang Sir Lancelot.
[05:12.13]
[05:13.91]She left the web, she left the loom,
[05:17.55]She made three paces taro the room,
[05:21.74]She saw the water-lily bloom,
[05:25.85]She saw the helmet and the plume,
[05:29.07]She looked down to Camelot.
[05:33.03]Out flew the web and floated wide;
[05:37.23]The mirror cracked from side to side;
[05:40.99]\"The curse is come upon me,\" cried
[05:44.36]The Lady of Shalott.
[05:47.33]
[06:04.38]In the stormy east-wind straining,
[06:07.99]The pale yellow woods were waning,
[06:11.65]The broad stream in his banks complaining.
[06:15.37]Heavily the low sky raining
[06:18.95]Over towered Camelot;
[06:23.23]Down she came and found a boat
[06:26.30]Beneath a willow left afloat,
[06:30.46]And round about the prow she wrote
[06:33.72]The Lady of Shalott
[06:36.72]
[06:38.16]And down the rivers dim expanse
[06:41.98]Like some bold seer in a trance,
[06:45.76]Seeing all his own mischance
[06:49.49]With a glassy countenance
[06:52.79]Did she look to Camelot.
[06:57.28]And at the closing of the day
[07:00.54]She loosed the chain and down she lay;
[07:04.80]The broad stream bore her far away,
[07:08.11]The Lady of Shalott.
[07:11.46]
[07:31.18]Who is this? And what is here?
[07:35.65]And in the lighted palace near
[07:39.51]Died the sound of royal cheer;
[07:43.43]And they crossed themselves for fear,
[07:47.17]All the Knights at Camelot;
[07:51.66]But Lancelot mused a little space
[07:57.94]He said, \"She has a lovely face;
[08:02.02]God in his mercy lend her grace,
[08:06.53]The Lady of Shalott.\"
[08:19.28]
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