| Song | The Sun Descending in the West |
| Artist | Sunset Wings |
| Album | Shining thro' the Veil of Night |
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| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Aleks Popov |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Aleks Popov |
| [00:32.30] | The sun descending in the west, |
| [00:34.68] | The evening star does shine; |
| [00:37.17] | The birds are silent in their nest, |
| [00:39.62] | And I must seek for mine. |
| [00:42.06] | The moon, like a flower, |
| [00:44.81] | In heaven's high bower, |
| [00:47.16] | With silent delight |
| [00:49.60] | Sits and smiles on the night. |
| [00:54.73] | Farewell, green fields and happy groves, |
| [00:57.03] | Where flocks have took delight. |
| [00:59.64] | Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves |
| [01:01.88] | The feet of angels bright; |
| [01:04.43] | Unseen they pour blessing, |
| [01:06.73] | And joy without ceasing, |
| [01:09.33] | On each bud and blossom, |
| [01:12.01] | And each sleeping bosom. |
| [01:16.10] | They look in every thoughtless nest, |
| [01:21.36] | Where birds are covered warm; |
| [01:25.60] | They visit caves of every beast, |
| [01:30.78] | To keep them all from harm. |
| [01:38.17] | If they see any weeping |
| [01:43.32] | That should have been sleeping, |
| [01:48.20] | They pour sleep on their head, |
| [01:53.09] | And sit down by their bed. |
| [02:01.63] | When wolves and tigers howl for prey, |
| [02:04.28] | They pitying stand and weep; |
| [02:06.73] | Seeking to drive their thirst away, |
| [02:09.17] | And keep them from the sheep. |
| [02:11.66] | But if they rush dreadful, |
| [02:13.96] | The angels, most heedful, |
| [02:16.71] | Receive each mild spirit, |
| [02:19.35] | New worlds to inherit. |
| [02:54.23] | And there the lion's ruddy eyes |
| [02:56.33] | Shall flow with tears of gold, |
| [02:58.87] | And pitying the tender cries, |
| [03:01.32] | And walking round the fold, |
| [03:03.82] | Saying, 'Wrath, by His meekness, |
| [03:06.40] | And, by His health, sickness |
| [03:09.05] | Is driven away |
| [03:11.35] | From our immortal day. |
| [03:16.44] | 'And now beside thee, bleating lamb, |
| [03:18.94] | I can lie down and sleep; |
| [03:21.42] | Or think on Him who bore thy name, |
| [03:23.57] | Graze after thee and weep. |
| [03:26.17] | For, washed in life's river, |
| [03:28.81] | My bright mane for ever |
| [03:31.32] | Shall shine like the gold |
| [03:33.56] | As I guard o'er the fold.' |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Aleks Popov |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Aleks Popov |
| [00:32.30] | The sun descending in the west, |
| [00:34.68] | The evening star does shine |
| [00:37.17] | The birds are silent in their nest, |
| [00:39.62] | And I must seek for mine. |
| [00:42.06] | The moon, like a flower, |
| [00:44.81] | In heaven' s high bower, |
| [00:47.16] | With silent delight |
| [00:49.60] | Sits and smiles on the night. |
| [00:54.73] | Farewell, green fields and happy groves, |
| [00:57.03] | Where flocks have took delight. |
| [00:59.64] | Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves |
| [01:01.88] | The feet of angels bright |
| [01:04.43] | Unseen they pour blessing, |
| [01:06.73] | And joy without ceasing, |
| [01:09.33] | On each bud and blossom, |
| [01:12.01] | And each sleeping bosom. |
| [01:16.10] | They look in every thoughtless nest, |
| [01:21.36] | Where birds are covered warm |
| [01:25.60] | They visit caves of every beast, |
| [01:30.78] | To keep them all from harm. |
| [01:38.17] | If they see any weeping |
| [01:43.32] | That should have been sleeping, |
| [01:48.20] | They pour sleep on their head, |
| [01:53.09] | And sit down by their bed. |
| [02:01.63] | When wolves and tigers howl for prey, |
| [02:04.28] | They pitying stand and weep |
| [02:06.73] | Seeking to drive their thirst away, |
| [02:09.17] | And keep them from the sheep. |
| [02:11.66] | But if they rush dreadful, |
| [02:13.96] | The angels, most heedful, |
| [02:16.71] | Receive each mild spirit, |
| [02:19.35] | New worlds to inherit. |
| [02:54.23] | And there the lion' s ruddy eyes |
| [02:56.33] | Shall flow with tears of gold, |
| [02:58.87] | And pitying the tender cries, |
| [03:01.32] | And walking round the fold, |
| [03:03.82] | Saying, ' Wrath, by His meekness, |
| [03:06.40] | And, by His health, sickness |
| [03:09.05] | Is driven away |
| [03:11.35] | From our immortal day. |
| [03:16.44] | ' And now beside thee, bleating lamb, |
| [03:18.94] | I can lie down and sleep |
| [03:21.42] | Or think on Him who bore thy name, |
| [03:23.57] | Graze after thee and weep. |
| [03:26.17] | For, washed in life' s river, |
| [03:28.81] | My bright mane for ever |
| [03:31.32] | Shall shine like the gold |
| [03:33.56] | As I guard o' er the fold.' |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Aleks Popov |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Aleks Popov |
| [00:32.30] | The sun descending in the west, |
| [00:34.68] | The evening star does shine |
| [00:37.17] | The birds are silent in their nest, |
| [00:39.62] | And I must seek for mine. |
| [00:42.06] | The moon, like a flower, |
| [00:44.81] | In heaven' s high bower, |
| [00:47.16] | With silent delight |
| [00:49.60] | Sits and smiles on the night. |
| [00:54.73] | Farewell, green fields and happy groves, |
| [00:57.03] | Where flocks have took delight. |
| [00:59.64] | Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves |
| [01:01.88] | The feet of angels bright |
| [01:04.43] | Unseen they pour blessing, |
| [01:06.73] | And joy without ceasing, |
| [01:09.33] | On each bud and blossom, |
| [01:12.01] | And each sleeping bosom. |
| [01:16.10] | They look in every thoughtless nest, |
| [01:21.36] | Where birds are covered warm |
| [01:25.60] | They visit caves of every beast, |
| [01:30.78] | To keep them all from harm. |
| [01:38.17] | If they see any weeping |
| [01:43.32] | That should have been sleeping, |
| [01:48.20] | They pour sleep on their head, |
| [01:53.09] | And sit down by their bed. |
| [02:01.63] | When wolves and tigers howl for prey, |
| [02:04.28] | They pitying stand and weep |
| [02:06.73] | Seeking to drive their thirst away, |
| [02:09.17] | And keep them from the sheep. |
| [02:11.66] | But if they rush dreadful, |
| [02:13.96] | The angels, most heedful, |
| [02:16.71] | Receive each mild spirit, |
| [02:19.35] | New worlds to inherit. |
| [02:54.23] | And there the lion' s ruddy eyes |
| [02:56.33] | Shall flow with tears of gold, |
| [02:58.87] | And pitying the tender cries, |
| [03:01.32] | And walking round the fold, |
| [03:03.82] | Saying, ' Wrath, by His meekness, |
| [03:06.40] | And, by His health, sickness |
| [03:09.05] | Is driven away |
| [03:11.35] | From our immortal day. |
| [03:16.44] | ' And now beside thee, bleating lamb, |
| [03:18.94] | I can lie down and sleep |
| [03:21.42] | Or think on Him who bore thy name, |
| [03:23.57] | Graze after thee and weep. |
| [03:26.17] | For, washed in life' s river, |
| [03:28.81] | My bright mane for ever |
| [03:31.32] | Shall shine like the gold |
| [03:33.56] | As I guard o' er the fold.' |