| Song | The Dark and the Rolling Sea |
| Artist | Al Stewart |
| Album | Modern Times |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Stewart | |
| Oh you slipped away from the harbour side | |
| In the morning bright and clear | |
| And your sails were filled with the rising wind | |
| And you laughed for all to hear | |
| But you never glanced at the ragged dance | |
| Of your lovers on the quay | |
| Don't call on them when the winds rise high | |
| On the dark and the rolling sea | |
| Oh you set your course for the furthest shores | |
| And you never once looked back | |
| And the flag you flew was a pirate cross | |
| On a field of velvet black | |
| And those landsmen who you but lately knew | |
| Were left stranded on the lea | |
| Don't call on them when the storm clouds rise | |
| On the dark and the rolling sea | |
| Oh I have no need of a chart or creed | |
| You told your waiting crew | |
| For the winds of chance, they will bear us straight | |
| And you spoke as though you knew | |
| So you paid no mind to the warning signs | |
| As you gave your words so free | |
| Don't change your tack when the timbers crack | |
| On the dark and the rolling sea | |
| Now the thunder rails in the great mainsails | |
| And the stars desert the skies | |
| And the rigging strains as the hands of rain | |
| Reach down to wash your eyes | |
| And your oarsmen stands with his knife in hand | |
| And his eyes spell mutiny | |
| Don't call my name when your ship goes down | |
| On the dark and the rolling sea |
| zuo ci : Stewart | |
| Oh you slipped away from the harbour side | |
| In the morning bright and clear | |
| And your sails were filled with the rising wind | |
| And you laughed for all to hear | |
| But you never glanced at the ragged dance | |
| Of your lovers on the quay | |
| Don' t call on them when the winds rise high | |
| On the dark and the rolling sea | |
| Oh you set your course for the furthest shores | |
| And you never once looked back | |
| And the flag you flew was a pirate cross | |
| On a field of velvet black | |
| And those landsmen who you but lately knew | |
| Were left stranded on the lea | |
| Don' t call on them when the storm clouds rise | |
| On the dark and the rolling sea | |
| Oh I have no need of a chart or creed | |
| You told your waiting crew | |
| For the winds of chance, they will bear us straight | |
| And you spoke as though you knew | |
| So you paid no mind to the warning signs | |
| As you gave your words so free | |
| Don' t change your tack when the timbers crack | |
| On the dark and the rolling sea | |
| Now the thunder rails in the great mainsails | |
| And the stars desert the skies | |
| And the rigging strains as the hands of rain | |
| Reach down to wash your eyes | |
| And your oarsmen stands with his knife in hand | |
| And his eyes spell mutiny | |
| Don' t call my name when your ship goes down | |
| On the dark and the rolling sea |
| zuò cí : Stewart | |
| Oh you slipped away from the harbour side | |
| In the morning bright and clear | |
| And your sails were filled with the rising wind | |
| And you laughed for all to hear | |
| But you never glanced at the ragged dance | |
| Of your lovers on the quay | |
| Don' t call on them when the winds rise high | |
| On the dark and the rolling sea | |
| Oh you set your course for the furthest shores | |
| And you never once looked back | |
| And the flag you flew was a pirate cross | |
| On a field of velvet black | |
| And those landsmen who you but lately knew | |
| Were left stranded on the lea | |
| Don' t call on them when the storm clouds rise | |
| On the dark and the rolling sea | |
| Oh I have no need of a chart or creed | |
| You told your waiting crew | |
| For the winds of chance, they will bear us straight | |
| And you spoke as though you knew | |
| So you paid no mind to the warning signs | |
| As you gave your words so free | |
| Don' t change your tack when the timbers crack | |
| On the dark and the rolling sea | |
| Now the thunder rails in the great mainsails | |
| And the stars desert the skies | |
| And the rigging strains as the hands of rain | |
| Reach down to wash your eyes | |
| And your oarsmen stands with his knife in hand | |
| And his eyes spell mutiny | |
| Don' t call my name when your ship goes down | |
| On the dark and the rolling sea |