Childhood made a Poet's Lyre
Hands embroidered in limbs of dark briar
Bent to the wind's plaintive whistling words
Would they fall to a weathered home
With branches of arms for a laden pillow
And years wrought of withering laurels
Blossoms now on the apple boughs
Stars are near to the shaded arbor
Once a hand could touch
Wherefore the other will search
Childhood made a Poet's Lyre
Heart enfolded in wings of black bird
Could they fly on feathers borne
When lips salute the Hazel's Horn
Or would they crawl through a weathered home
Should lips encumber a mordant moan
Bent to the wind's whistling word
What cloudy guest at this darkened hearth
What cloistered heart to hold the black earth
Once a hand could touch
Wherefore the other will search
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[01:05.353]Childhood made a Poet's Lyre
[01:12.687]Hands embroidered in limbs of dark briar
[01:19.707]Bent to the wind's plaintive whistling words
[01:33.908]Would they fall to a weathered home
[01:40.936]With branches of arms for a laden pillow
[01:48.065]And years wrought of withering laurels
[01:55.592]Blossoms now on the apple boughs
[02:02.516]Stars are near to the shaded arbor
[02:09.950]Once a hand could touch
[02:17.178]Wherefore the other will search
[02:22.016]
[03:08.264]Childhood made a Poet's Lyre
[03:15.474]Heart enfolded in wings of black bird
[03:22.907]Could they fly on feathers borne
[03:29.985]When lips salute the Hazel's Horn
[03:37.463]Or would they crawl through a weathered home
[03:44.097]Should lips encumber a mordant moan
[03:51.782]Bent to the wind's whistling word
[03:59.245]What cloudy guest at this darkened hearth
[04:06.928]What cloistered heart to hold the black earth
[04:14.761]Once a hand could touch
[04:22.099]Wherefore the other will search
Childhood made a Poet's Lyre
Hands embroidered in limbs of dark briar
Bent to the wind's plaintive whistling words
Would they fall to a weathered home
With branches of arms for a laden pillow
And years wrought of withering laurels
Blossoms now on the apple boughs
Stars are near to the shaded arbor
Once a hand could touch
Wherefore the other will search
Childhood made a Poet's Lyre
Heart enfolded in wings of black bird
Could they fly on feathers borne
When lips salute the Hazel's Horn
Or would they crawl through a weathered home
Should lips encumber a mordant moan
Bent to the wind's whistling word
What cloudy guest at this darkened hearth
What cloistered heart to hold the black earth
Once a hand could touch
Wherefore the other will search
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[01:05.353]Childhood made a Poet's Lyre
[01:12.687]Hands embroidered in limbs of dark briar
[01:19.707]Bent to the wind's plaintive whistling words
[01:33.908]Would they fall to a weathered home
[01:40.936]With branches of arms for a laden pillow
[01:48.065]And years wrought of withering laurels
[01:55.592]Blossoms now on the apple boughs
[02:02.516]Stars are near to the shaded arbor
[02:09.950]Once a hand could touch
[02:17.178]Wherefore the other will search
[02:22.016]
[03:08.264]Childhood made a Poet's Lyre
[03:15.474]Heart enfolded in wings of black bird
[03:22.907]Could they fly on feathers borne
[03:29.985]When lips salute the Hazel's Horn
[03:37.463]Or would they crawl through a weathered home
[03:44.097]Should lips encumber a mordant moan
[03:51.782]Bent to the wind's whistling word
[03:59.245]What cloudy guest at this darkened hearth
[04:06.928]What cloistered heart to hold the black earth
[04:14.761]Once a hand could touch
[04:22.099]Wherefore the other will search
Wind away the hours
laid up to the sun
Hide behind two towers
When all the world's work is done
Set a life upon the way to bide
All that bodies become...
Once upon the moment of beauty laid long past
in a twirled looking glass, to go or stay
a pot, a pan, a cutlery board,
life scrolls unravel
the tellin...
Come wind come
Tarry with me for a while
Bind your coast to my desire
Come let a waft in my eye
And hold my words deep purpose
Inside your heartless d...
The wind that cracks the leaves
Has scattered all the seed
Lo, the light limned low
Low to the ground
The time is all I own
And time is come and gone
...
Give to me the token
By light of full moon glare
A blade unto the air
Lift a lonely finger
To touch of my heart skin
The world becomes a muscle
Releas...
laden tendrils waver
They fall away to where the sun hangs brightly
Trickling down where on the dews are shown
In the play of moments moving lightly
O...
Remember our stashed away
Bottles of dandelion wine
A day in the orchard's
lazy day bowers
we chained our flowers
We picked strawberries
Ate even the ...
The sands collect the signs of the ocean
The winds hold sway to swell the motion
The breeze that breathes upon the skin
The leaves that leave yet only...