| Song | My Name Is Death |
| Artist | The Incredible String Band |
| Album | The 5000 Spirits Or The Layers Of The Onion |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Williamson | |
| I am the question that cannot be answered, | |
| I am the lover that cannot be lost, | |
| Yet small are the gifts of my servant the soldier, | |
| For time is my offspring, pray, what is my name? | |
| My name is Death, cannot you see? | |
| All life must turn to me; | |
| Oh cannot you see? | |
| And you must come with me, | |
| You must come with me. | |
| I'll give you gold and jewels rare, | |
| And all my wealth in store. | |
| All pleasures fair, | |
| if I may live but a few short years more. | |
| Oh lady, lay your jewels aside, | |
| No more to glory in your pride. | |
| Tarrying here there is no way, | |
| Your time has come that you must away, | |
| And you must come to clay. |
| zuo ci : Williamson | |
| I am the question that cannot be answered, | |
| I am the lover that cannot be lost, | |
| Yet small are the gifts of my servant the soldier, | |
| For time is my offspring, pray, what is my name? | |
| My name is Death, cannot you see? | |
| All life must turn to me | |
| Oh cannot you see? | |
| And you must come with me, | |
| You must come with me. | |
| I' ll give you gold and jewels rare, | |
| And all my wealth in store. | |
| All pleasures fair, | |
| if I may live but a few short years more. | |
| Oh lady, lay your jewels aside, | |
| No more to glory in your pride. | |
| Tarrying here there is no way, | |
| Your time has come that you must away, | |
| And you must come to clay. |
| zuò cí : Williamson | |
| I am the question that cannot be answered, | |
| I am the lover that cannot be lost, | |
| Yet small are the gifts of my servant the soldier, | |
| For time is my offspring, pray, what is my name? | |
| My name is Death, cannot you see? | |
| All life must turn to me | |
| Oh cannot you see? | |
| And you must come with me, | |
| You must come with me. | |
| I' ll give you gold and jewels rare, | |
| And all my wealth in store. | |
| All pleasures fair, | |
| if I may live but a few short years more. | |
| Oh lady, lay your jewels aside, | |
| No more to glory in your pride. | |
| Tarrying here there is no way, | |
| Your time has come that you must away, | |
| And you must come to clay. |