| Song | Beyond All Change - Suite from an American Mass: 3. Midsummer |
| Artist | Coro Volante |
| Artist | Brett Scott |
| Album | New Choral Voices, Vol. 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Peter Dayton/William Bronk | |
| 作曲 : Peter Dayton | |
| A green world, a scene of green, deep | |
| with light blues, the greens made deep | |
| by those blues. One thinks how | |
| in certain pictures, envied landscapes are seen | |
| (through a window, maybe) far behind the serene | |
| sitter’s face, the serene pose, as though | |
| in some impossible mirror, face to back, | |
| human serenity gazed at a green world | |
| which gazed at this face. | |
| And see now, | |
| here is that place, those greens | |
| are here, deep with those blues. The air | |
| we breathe is freshly sweet, and warm, as though | |
| with berries. We are here. We are here. | |
| Set this down too, as much | |
| as if an atrocity had happened and been seen. | |
| The earth is beautiful beyond all change. |
| zuo ci : Peter Dayton William Bronk | |
| zuo qu : Peter Dayton | |
| A green world, a scene of green, deep | |
| with light blues, the greens made deep | |
| by those blues. One thinks how | |
| in certain pictures, envied landscapes are seen | |
| through a window, maybe far behind the serene | |
| sitter' s face, the serene pose, as though | |
| in some impossible mirror, face to back, | |
| human serenity gazed at a green world | |
| which gazed at this face. | |
| And see now, | |
| here is that place, those greens | |
| are here, deep with those blues. The air | |
| we breathe is freshly sweet, and warm, as though | |
| with berries. We are here. We are here. | |
| Set this down too, as much | |
| as if an atrocity had happened and been seen. | |
| The earth is beautiful beyond all change. |
| zuò cí : Peter Dayton William Bronk | |
| zuò qǔ : Peter Dayton | |
| A green world, a scene of green, deep | |
| with light blues, the greens made deep | |
| by those blues. One thinks how | |
| in certain pictures, envied landscapes are seen | |
| through a window, maybe far behind the serene | |
| sitter' s face, the serene pose, as though | |
| in some impossible mirror, face to back, | |
| human serenity gazed at a green world | |
| which gazed at this face. | |
| And see now, | |
| here is that place, those greens | |
| are here, deep with those blues. The air | |
| we breathe is freshly sweet, and warm, as though | |
| with berries. We are here. We are here. | |
| Set this down too, as much | |
| as if an atrocity had happened and been seen. | |
| The earth is beautiful beyond all change. |