| Song | Ogre |
| Artist | Richard Dawson |
| Album | Peasant |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Richard Dawson |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Richard Dawson |
| [00:24.983] | In the kingdom of Bryneich |
| [00:30.503] | Verging on a muddy crook of Coquet |
| [00:36.024] | A dice of houses cast with clay and sheepdung |
| [00:44.556] | Through a soup of starlit peatsmoke |
| [00:49.324] | Gradually emerges as we descend |
| [01:02.398] | "Bring the goose my child!" |
| [01:05.578] | I carve a notch into the squirming post |
| [01:11.096] | It smells like a smithy |
| [01:15.613] | "Hurry now and drink the bowl before it congeals" |
| [01:27.158] | There comes frightful news from town |
| [01:31.674] | Of great evil abound |
| [01:35.940] | The heartbroken potter's idiot boy was snatched from the speltfield |
| [01:45.226] | Scouring a fortnight in the hills |
| [01:49.492] | All they found, pointing from a sett, a small grey hand |
| [02:02.290] | "Tie the goats to my cot |
| [02:05.552] | With tansy rags their faces cover |
| [02:10.320] | Push straws into the windows |
| [02:15.842] | Damp the coals, and bar the door with hornbeam limb" |
| [02:37.411] | Blinding colours leap |
| [02:46.193] | Along bemirrored tower walls |
| [02:55.474] | Stretching as far as the eye can see |
| [03:23.072] | I am woke in icy beads |
| [03:28.090] | By a clamour coming from the broadbeans |
| [03:33.359] | The snapping of stems and a foul-smelling bloom |
| [03:42.394] | Paralysed I watch my child's breath |
| [03:46.910] | Glide like a jellyfish across the black morning |
| [03:59.960] | When the sun is climbing |
| [04:03.975] | We'll find the harrow smothered in slime |
| [04:08.240] | When the sun is climbing |
| [04:12.255] | We'll put it in the dog's noses |
| [04:16.519] | When the sun is climbing |
| [04:20.534] | We'll break upon the heath |
| [04:24.805] | When the sun is climbing |
| [04:29.322] | We'll dash across the Ringing Meadow |
| [04:33.338] | When the sun is climbing |
| [04:37.352] | We'll weather a storm of living needles |
| [04:41.367] | When the sun is climbing |
| [04:45.131] | We'll tarry by the Pool of Plenty |
| [04:49.647] | When the sun is climbing |
| [04:53.661] | We'll hurry down the Valley of Eagles |
| [04:57.926] | When the sun is climbing |
| [05:01.438] | We'll hear the distance of the North Sea |
| [05:06.206] | When the sun is dying |
| [05:09.970] | We'll cross the Causeway of No Memory |
| [05:14.488] | When the sun is dying |
| [05:17.750] | Our trees will billow into dunes |
| [05:23.019] | When the sun is dying |
| [05:26.030] | We'll wade around the shoreline |
| [05:30.546] | When the sun is dying |
| [05:34.564] | The algae as a nap of fire |
| [05:38.831] | When the sun is dying |
| [05:42.846] | Below the surface of the water |
| [05:47.112] | When the sun is dying |
| [05:50.875] | In the face of the cliff a ghastly doorway |
| [05:55.391] | When the sun is dying |
| [05:58.903] | We'll pitch a tent of pigskin on the beach |
| [06:03.673] | When the sun is dying |
| [06:07.186] | The ebbing tide will soon reveal its secrets |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Richard Dawson |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Richard Dawson |
| [00:24.983] | In the kingdom of Bryneich |
| [00:30.503] | Verging on a muddy crook of Coquet |
| [00:36.024] | A dice of houses cast with clay and sheepdung |
| [00:44.556] | Through a soup of starlit peatsmoke |
| [00:49.324] | Gradually emerges as we descend |
| [01:02.398] | " Bring the goose my child!" |
| [01:05.578] | I carve a notch into the squirming post |
| [01:11.096] | It smells like a smithy |
| [01:15.613] | " Hurry now and drink the bowl before it congeals" |
| [01:27.158] | There comes frightful news from town |
| [01:31.674] | Of great evil abound |
| [01:35.940] | The heartbroken potter' s idiot boy was snatched from the speltfield |
| [01:45.226] | Scouring a fortnight in the hills |
| [01:49.492] | All they found, pointing from a sett, a small grey hand |
| [02:02.290] | " Tie the goats to my cot |
| [02:05.552] | With tansy rags their faces cover |
| [02:10.320] | Push straws into the windows |
| [02:15.842] | Damp the coals, and bar the door with hornbeam limb" |
| [02:37.411] | Blinding colours leap |
| [02:46.193] | Along bemirrored tower walls |
| [02:55.474] | Stretching as far as the eye can see |
| [03:23.072] | I am woke in icy beads |
| [03:28.090] | By a clamour coming from the broadbeans |
| [03:33.359] | The snapping of stems and a foulsmelling bloom |
| [03:42.394] | Paralysed I watch my child' s breath |
| [03:46.910] | Glide like a jellyfish across the black morning |
| [03:59.960] | When the sun is climbing |
| [04:03.975] | We' ll find the harrow smothered in slime |
| [04:08.240] | When the sun is climbing |
| [04:12.255] | We' ll put it in the dog' s noses |
| [04:16.519] | When the sun is climbing |
| [04:20.534] | We' ll break upon the heath |
| [04:24.805] | When the sun is climbing |
| [04:29.322] | We' ll dash across the Ringing Meadow |
| [04:33.338] | When the sun is climbing |
| [04:37.352] | We' ll weather a storm of living needles |
| [04:41.367] | When the sun is climbing |
| [04:45.131] | We' ll tarry by the Pool of Plenty |
| [04:49.647] | When the sun is climbing |
| [04:53.661] | We' ll hurry down the Valley of Eagles |
| [04:57.926] | When the sun is climbing |
| [05:01.438] | We' ll hear the distance of the North Sea |
| [05:06.206] | When the sun is dying |
| [05:09.970] | We' ll cross the Causeway of No Memory |
| [05:14.488] | When the sun is dying |
| [05:17.750] | Our trees will billow into dunes |
| [05:23.019] | When the sun is dying |
| [05:26.030] | We' ll wade around the shoreline |
| [05:30.546] | When the sun is dying |
| [05:34.564] | The algae as a nap of fire |
| [05:38.831] | When the sun is dying |
| [05:42.846] | Below the surface of the water |
| [05:47.112] | When the sun is dying |
| [05:50.875] | In the face of the cliff a ghastly doorway |
| [05:55.391] | When the sun is dying |
| [05:58.903] | We' ll pitch a tent of pigskin on the beach |
| [06:03.673] | When the sun is dying |
| [06:07.186] | The ebbing tide will soon reveal its secrets |