Fern Hill

Song Fern Hill
Artist Cerys Matthews
Album Dylan Thomas a Child's Christmas, Poems and Tiger Eggs

Lyrics

[00:00.000] 作词 : Dylan Thomas
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Cerys Matthews/Mason Neely
[00:12.237] Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
[00:15.697] About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
[00:20.471] The night above the dingle starry,
[00:23.403] Time let me hail and climb
[00:25.813] Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
[00:29.812] And honored among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
[00:32.724] And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
[00:38.070] Trail with daisies and barley
[00:40.778] Down the rivers of the windfall light.
[00:43.470]
[00:44.817] And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
[00:49.648] About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
[00:53.689] In the sun that is young once only,
[00:56.671] Time let me play and be
[00:58.588] Golden in the mercy of his means,
[01:02.114] And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
[01:06.181] Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
[01:12.670] And the sabbath rang slowly
[01:15.630] In the pebbles of the holy streams.
[01:18.316]
[01:19.693] All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
[01:24.558] Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
[01:29.401] And playing, lovely and watery
[01:32.129] And fire green as grass.
[01:35.101] And nightly under the simple stars
[01:38.072] As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
[01:43.463] All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
[01:48.046] Flying with the ricks, and the horses
[01:52.097] Flashing into the dark.
[01:53.976]
[01:56.139] And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
[02:00.491] With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
[02:03.428] Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
[02:07.499] The sky gathered again
[02:09.640] And the sun grew round that very day.
[02:13.389] So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
[02:17.501] In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
[02:22.410] Out of the whinnying green stable
[02:26.208] On to the fields of praise.
[02:29.191]
[02:32.466] And honored among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
[02:36.309] Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
[02:40.631] In the sun born over and over,
[02:43.600] I ran my heedless ways,
[02:46.329] My wishes raced through the house high hay
[02:50.331] And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
[02:54.142] In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
[03:00.979] Before the children green and golden
[03:04.463] Follow him out of grace.
[03:06.646]
[03:08.259] Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
[03:13.926] Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
[03:18.450] In the moon that is always rising,
[03:21.430] Nor that riding to sleep
[03:23.311] I should hear him fly with the high fields
[03:26.530] And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
[03:33.283] Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
[03:40.064] Time held me green and dying
[03:44.685] Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

Pinyin

[00:00.000] zuò cí : Dylan Thomas
[00:01.000] zuò qǔ : Cerys Matthews Mason Neely
[00:12.237] Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
[00:15.697] About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
[00:20.471] The night above the dingle starry,
[00:23.403] Time let me hail and climb
[00:25.813] Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
[00:29.812] And honored among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
[00:32.724] And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
[00:38.070] Trail with daisies and barley
[00:40.778] Down the rivers of the windfall light.
[00:43.470]
[00:44.817] And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
[00:49.648] About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
[00:53.689] In the sun that is young once only,
[00:56.671] Time let me play and be
[00:58.588] Golden in the mercy of his means,
[01:02.114] And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
[01:06.181] Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
[01:12.670] And the sabbath rang slowly
[01:15.630] In the pebbles of the holy streams.
[01:18.316]
[01:19.693] All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
[01:24.558] Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
[01:29.401] And playing, lovely and watery
[01:32.129] And fire green as grass.
[01:35.101] And nightly under the simple stars
[01:38.072] As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
[01:43.463] All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
[01:48.046] Flying with the ricks, and the horses
[01:52.097] Flashing into the dark.
[01:53.976]
[01:56.139] And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
[02:00.491] With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
[02:03.428] Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
[02:07.499] The sky gathered again
[02:09.640] And the sun grew round that very day.
[02:13.389] So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
[02:17.501] In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
[02:22.410] Out of the whinnying green stable
[02:26.208] On to the fields of praise.
[02:29.191]
[02:32.466] And honored among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
[02:36.309] Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
[02:40.631] In the sun born over and over,
[02:43.600] I ran my heedless ways,
[02:46.329] My wishes raced through the house high hay
[02:50.331] And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
[02:54.142] In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
[03:00.979] Before the children green and golden
[03:04.463] Follow him out of grace.
[03:06.646]
[03:08.259] Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
[03:13.926] Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
[03:18.450] In the moon that is always rising,
[03:21.430] Nor that riding to sleep
[03:23.311] I should hear him fly with the high fields
[03:26.530] And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
[03:33.283] Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
[03:40.064] Time held me green and dying
[03:44.685] Though I sang in my chains like the sea.