| Song | The Reaper And The Flowers |
| Artist | Vas |
| Album | Feast Of Silence |
| 作曲 : Azam Ali | |
| 作词 : Henry W. Longfellow | |
| There is a reaper, whose name is Death | |
| And, with his sickle keen | |
| He reaps the bearded grain at a breath | |
| And the flowers that grow between (2x) | |
| "Shall I have naught that is fair?", saith he | |
| "Have naught but the bearded grain? | |
| Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me | |
| I will give them all back again." | |
| He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes | |
| He kissed their drooping leaves; | |
| It was for the lord of paradise | |
| He bound them in his sheaves | |
| "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay", | |
| The Reaper said and smiled; | |
| "Dear tokens of the earth are they | |
| Where he was once a child | |
| They shall all bloom in fields of light | |
| Transplanted by my care | |
| And saints, upon their garments white, | |
| These sacred blossoms wear." | |
| And the mother gave, in tears and pain, | |
| The flowers she most did love | |
| She knew she would find them all again | |
| In the fields of light above | |
| Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath | |
| The Reaper came that day | |
| 'twas an angel visited the green earth | |
| And took the flowers away | |
| 'twas an angel visited the green earth | |
| And took the flowers away... |
| zuò qǔ : Azam Ali | |
| zuò cí : Henry W. Longfellow | |
| There is a reaper, whose name is Death | |
| And, with his sickle keen | |
| He reaps the bearded grain at a breath | |
| And the flowers that grow between 2x | |
| " Shall I have naught that is fair?", saith he | |
| " Have naught but the bearded grain? | |
| Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me | |
| I will give them all back again." | |
| He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes | |
| He kissed their drooping leaves | |
| It was for the lord of paradise | |
| He bound them in his sheaves | |
| " My Lord has need of these flowerets gay", | |
| The Reaper said and smiled | |
| " Dear tokens of the earth are they | |
| Where he was once a child | |
| They shall all bloom in fields of light | |
| Transplanted by my care | |
| And saints, upon their garments white, | |
| These sacred blossoms wear." | |
| And the mother gave, in tears and pain, | |
| The flowers she most did love | |
| She knew she would find them all again | |
| In the fields of light above | |
| Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath | |
| The Reaper came that day | |
| ' twas an angel visited the green earth | |
| And took the flowers away | |
| ' twas an angel visited the green earth | |
| And took the flowers away... |