作词 : Robert Burns
作曲 : Chris Thile
Flow gently, sweet Afton,
among thy green braes
Flow gently,
I'll sing thee a song in thy praise
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream
Flow gently, sweet Afton,
disturb not her dream
Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen
Ye wild whistly blackbirds in yon thorny den
Thou green crested lapwing,
thy screaming forbear
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair
Oh, how lofty, sweet Afton,
thy neighboring hills
Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills
There daily I wander as noon rises high, oooh
My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye
How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below
Where, wild in the woodlands,
the primroses blow
There oft, as mild evening sweeps over the lea
The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me
Thy crystal stream, Afton,
how lovely it glides
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave
As, gathering sweet flowerets,
she stems thy clear wave
Flow gently, sweet Afton,
among thy green braes
Flow gently, sweet river,
the theme of my lays
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream
So flow gently, sweet Afton,
disturb not her dreams
[00:00.00] 作词 : Robert Burns
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Chris Thile
[00:34.58]Flow gently, sweet Afton,
[00:38.33]among thy green braes
[00:43.02]Flow gently,
[00:44.71]I'll sing thee a song in thy praise
[00:50.65]
[00:51.46]My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream
[00:59.33]
[01:00.27]Flow gently, sweet Afton,
[01:04.08]disturb not her dream
[01:07.24]
[01:25.86]Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen
[01:33.17]
[01:34.11]Ye wild whistly blackbirds in yon thorny den
[01:41.99]
[01:43.30]Thou green crested lapwing,
[01:46.74]thy screaming forbear
[01:51.61]I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair
[02:00.30]Oh, how lofty, sweet Afton,
[02:04.68]thy neighboring hills
[02:09.74]Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills
[02:17.30]
[02:18.67]There daily I wander as noon rises high, oooh
[02:30.56]
[02:31.07]My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye
[02:40.06]
[03:15.06]How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below
[03:22.38]
[03:23.32]Where, wild in the woodlands,
[03:27.57]the primroses blow
[03:31.31]
[03:32.62]There oft, as mild evening sweeps over the lea
[03:40.12]
[03:41.12]The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me
[03:48.43]
[03:49.12]Thy crystal stream, Afton,
[03:53.82]how lovely it glides
[03:57.75]
[03:58.56]And winds by the cot where my Mary resides
[04:05.56]
[04:06.93]How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave
[04:14.75]
[04:15.88]As, gathering sweet flowerets,
[04:19.19]she stems thy clear wave
[04:24.93]
[04:41.68]Flow gently, sweet Afton,
[04:45.62]among thy green braes
[04:50.43]Flow gently, sweet river,
[04:54.25]the theme of my lays
[04:58.87]My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream
[05:06.75]
[05:07.25]So flow gently, sweet Afton,
[05:11.62]disturb not her dreams