| Song | Wayward Child |
| Artist | Bert Jansch |
| Album | Rosemary Lane |
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| 作词 : Jansch | |
| There lay a dying sailor weeping | |
| So far he'd wandered from the south, | |
| As he lay upon the burning sand | |
| The children gather to watch his passing. | |
| He'd swum the seven seas before him | |
| And danced upon the stormy breakers. | |
| But now dying alone is all that's left for him | |
| And death a shining slowly beckons. | |
| And rolling in last veil of sunshine | |
| Sheds light upon his dying hours. | |
| But still strong in his urgent will to live | |
| For he tries again to reach the water. | |
| And turning away still ring the voices | |
| Of children laughing o'er the murky waters, | |
| And somewhere I hear the silent singing | |
| Calling on the wayward child. |
| zuo ci : Jansch | |
| There lay a dying sailor weeping | |
| So far he' d wandered from the south, | |
| As he lay upon the burning sand | |
| The children gather to watch his passing. | |
| He' d swum the seven seas before him | |
| And danced upon the stormy breakers. | |
| But now dying alone is all that' s left for him | |
| And death a shining slowly beckons. | |
| And rolling in last veil of sunshine | |
| Sheds light upon his dying hours. | |
| But still strong in his urgent will to live | |
| For he tries again to reach the water. | |
| And turning away still ring the voices | |
| Of children laughing o' er the murky waters, | |
| And somewhere I hear the silent singing | |
| Calling on the wayward child. |
| zuò cí : Jansch | |
| There lay a dying sailor weeping | |
| So far he' d wandered from the south, | |
| As he lay upon the burning sand | |
| The children gather to watch his passing. | |
| He' d swum the seven seas before him | |
| And danced upon the stormy breakers. | |
| But now dying alone is all that' s left for him | |
| And death a shining slowly beckons. | |
| And rolling in last veil of sunshine | |
| Sheds light upon his dying hours. | |
| But still strong in his urgent will to live | |
| For he tries again to reach the water. | |
| And turning away still ring the voices | |
| Of children laughing o' er the murky waters, | |
| And somewhere I hear the silent singing | |
| Calling on the wayward child. |