| Song | There Is Sweet Music Here That Softer Falls |
| Artist | Kate St. John |
| Album | Indescribable Night |
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| 作曲 : Kate St. John | |
| 作词 : Kate St. John | |
| (words adapted from Tennyson's "The Lotus Eaters") | |
| There is sweet music here that softer falls | |
| Than night dews on still waters between walls | |
| A land where all things seem the same | |
| No trouble here, no pain no pain | |
| The mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon | |
| Around the coast the languid air does swoon | |
| And between the sun and moon upon the shore | |
| There is sweet music that softer falls | |
| Music that gentlier on the spirit lies | |
| Than tired eyelids on tired eyes | |
| Eyes grown dim gazing on the pilot star | |
| Give us long rest, dark death and dreamful ease | |
| In Lotus land we'll live and die reclined | |
| Like Gods together, careless of mankind | |
| Weary the sea, weary the oar | |
| We will not wander, wander no more |
| zuo qu : Kate St. John | |
| zuo ci : Kate St. John | |
| words adapted from Tennyson' s " The Lotus Eaters" | |
| There is sweet music here that softer falls | |
| Than night dews on still waters between walls | |
| A land where all things seem the same | |
| No trouble here, no pain no pain | |
| The mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon | |
| Around the coast the languid air does swoon | |
| And between the sun and moon upon the shore | |
| There is sweet music that softer falls | |
| Music that gentlier on the spirit lies | |
| Than tired eyelids on tired eyes | |
| Eyes grown dim gazing on the pilot star | |
| Give us long rest, dark death and dreamful ease | |
| In Lotus land we' ll live and die reclined | |
| Like Gods together, careless of mankind | |
| Weary the sea, weary the oar | |
| We will not wander, wander no more |
| zuò qǔ : Kate St. John | |
| zuò cí : Kate St. John | |
| words adapted from Tennyson' s " The Lotus Eaters" | |
| There is sweet music here that softer falls | |
| Than night dews on still waters between walls | |
| A land where all things seem the same | |
| No trouble here, no pain no pain | |
| The mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon | |
| Around the coast the languid air does swoon | |
| And between the sun and moon upon the shore | |
| There is sweet music that softer falls | |
| Music that gentlier on the spirit lies | |
| Than tired eyelids on tired eyes | |
| Eyes grown dim gazing on the pilot star | |
| Give us long rest, dark death and dreamful ease | |
| In Lotus land we' ll live and die reclined | |
| Like Gods together, careless of mankind | |
| Weary the sea, weary the oar | |
| We will not wander, wander no more |