| Song | The Herald |
| Artist | Comus |
| Album | First Utterance |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Comus | |
| As a single star | |
| Glides swiftly down the night | |
| A soft wetting note | |
| Issues from the time-worn flute | |
| Frowning slightly | |
| The herald listens wistful across the night | |
| And from way back behind | |
| The day comes the echoed answer | |
| The day advances oh so softly | |
| His shadow lengthens and his voice is mute | |
| But clear his flute | |
| And sadly walks forward followed by the day | |
| Herald of morning walks across the earth eternally | |
| Oh... | |
| Acoustic Guitar Solo | |
| Aah... | |
| And somewhere in the black distance | |
| Another herald puts down his flute | |
| And the dewy dawn creeps on | |
| And the night withdraws | |
| The day advances oh so softly | |
| His shadow lengthens and his voice is mute | |
| But clear his flute | |
| And sadly walks forward followed by the day | |
| Herald of morning walks across the earth eternally | |
| Oh, oh... | |
| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laa | |
| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laa | |
| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laa | |
| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-laa |
| zuo qu : Comus | |
| As a single star | |
| Glides swiftly down the night | |
| A soft wetting note | |
| Issues from the timeworn flute | |
| Frowning slightly | |
| The herald listens wistful across the night | |
| And from way back behind | |
| The day comes the echoed answer | |
| The day advances oh so softly | |
| His shadow lengthens and his voice is mute | |
| But clear his flute | |
| And sadly walks forward followed by the day | |
| Herald of morning walks across the earth eternally | |
| Oh... | |
| Acoustic Guitar Solo | |
| Aah... | |
| And somewhere in the black distance | |
| Another herald puts down his flute | |
| And the dewy dawn creeps on | |
| And the night withdraws | |
| The day advances oh so softly | |
| His shadow lengthens and his voice is mute | |
| But clear his flute | |
| And sadly walks forward followed by the day | |
| Herald of morning walks across the earth eternally | |
| Oh, oh... | |
| Lalalalalalalalalaa | |
| Lalalalalalalalalaa | |
| Lalalalalalalalalaa | |
| Lalalalalalalalaa |
| zuò qǔ : Comus | |
| As a single star | |
| Glides swiftly down the night | |
| A soft wetting note | |
| Issues from the timeworn flute | |
| Frowning slightly | |
| The herald listens wistful across the night | |
| And from way back behind | |
| The day comes the echoed answer | |
| The day advances oh so softly | |
| His shadow lengthens and his voice is mute | |
| But clear his flute | |
| And sadly walks forward followed by the day | |
| Herald of morning walks across the earth eternally | |
| Oh... | |
| Acoustic Guitar Solo | |
| Aah... | |
| And somewhere in the black distance | |
| Another herald puts down his flute | |
| And the dewy dawn creeps on | |
| And the night withdraws | |
| The day advances oh so softly | |
| His shadow lengthens and his voice is mute | |
| But clear his flute | |
| And sadly walks forward followed by the day | |
| Herald of morning walks across the earth eternally | |
| Oh, oh... | |
| Lalalalalalalalalaa | |
| Lalalalalalalalalaa | |
| Lalalalalalalalalaa | |
| Lalalalalalalalaa |