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纯歌词版本
作词 : Baez
作曲 : Joan Baez
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
In the early dawn a stallion white
prances the hills in the morning light.
His bridle is painted with thunder and gold,
orchids and dragons, pale knights of old.
He is the horse of the ages past.
And now the children run to see
the stallion on the hill,
bringing bags of apples
and of clover they have filled.
And the white horse tells his stories
of the days now past and gone
and the children stand a-wondering
believing every song.
How brightly glows the past.
When the sun is high comes a mare so red,
trampling the graves of the living and dead.
Her mantle is heavy with mirrors and glass,
all is reflected when the red mare does pass.
She is the horse of the here and now.
And now there is confusion
amongst the children on the hill.
They cling to one another
and no longer can be still.
While the red mare's voice is trembling
with a rare and mighty call,
the children start remembering
the bearers and the pall.
And though their many-colored sweaters
are reflected in the glass,
and though the sun shines down upon them,
they are frightened in the grass.
How stark is the here and now.
When night does fall comes a stallion black,
so proud and tall he never looks back.
He wears him no emeralds, silver and gold,
not even a covering to keep him from cold.
He is the horse of the years to come.
And I will get me down
before this steed upon my knees
and sing to him the sorrows
of a thousand centuries.
And the children now will scatter
as their mothers call them home,
for the sadness of the evening horse
no child has ever known.
And I will hang about him
a bell that's never rung
and thank him for the many words
which from his throat have never sprung.
And I'll thank God and all the angels
that the stallion of the evening,
the black horse of the future,
comes to earth but has no tongue.
© 1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
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LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : Baez
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Joan Baez
[00:25.68](Words and Music by Joan Baez)
[00:27.12]In the early dawn a stallion white
[00:34.83]prances the hills in the morning light.
[00:40.83]His bridle is painted with thunder and gold,
[00:49.50]orchids and dragons, pale knights of old.
[01:04.14]He is the horse of the ages past.
[01:13.05]And now the children run to see
[01:14.10]the stallion on the hill,
[01:21.75]bringing bags of apples
[01:25.32]and of clover they have filled.
[01:36.93]And the white horse tells his stories
[01:37.68]of the days now past and gone
[01:41.79]and the children stand a-wondering
[01:46.05]believing every song.
[01:54.69]How brightly glows the past.
[02:18.12]When the sun is high comes a mare so red,
[02:26.37]trampling the graves of the living and dead.
[02:34.50]Her mantle is heavy with mirrors and glass,
[02:42.51]all is reflected when the red mare does pass.
[02:49.14]She is the horse of the here and now.
[02:53.58]And now there is confusion
[03:06.99]amongst the children on the hill.
[03:13.17]They cling to one another
[03:21.45]and no longer can be still.
[03:26.70]While the red mare's voice is trembling
[03:30.36]with a rare and mighty call,
[03:33.21]the children start remembering
[03:39.84]the bearers and the pall.
[03:44.82]And though their many-colored sweaters
[03:45.60]are reflected in the glass,
[04:00.18]and though the sun shines down upon them,
[04:07.08]they are frightened in the grass.
[04:10.29]How stark is the here and now.
[04:33.75]When night does fall comes a stallion black,
[04:41.61]so proud and tall he never looks back.
[04:49.56]He wears him no emeralds, silver and gold,
[04:57.18]not even a covering to keep him from cold.
[05:08.01]He is the horse of the years to come.
[05:19.62]And I will get me down
[05:22.47]before this steed upon my knees
[05:32.37]and sing to him the sorrows
[05:37.38]of a thousand centuries.
[05:39.57]And the children now will scatter
[05:44.37]as their mothers call them home,
[05:49.29]for the sadness of the evening horse
[05:58.32]no child has ever known.
[06:07.35]And I will hang about him
[06:10.17]a bell that's never rung
[06:16.77]and thank him for the many words
[06:20.61]which from his throat have never sprung.
[06:24.84]And I'll thank God and all the angels
[06:37.32]that the stallion of the evening,
[06:40.89]the black horse of the future,
[06:43.83]comes to earth but has no tongue.
[06:51.87]© 1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
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纯翻译歌词
(词曲：Joan Baez)
黎明时分一匹白色种马
在晨光中跃动山岗
他的缰绳绘满雷电与黄金
兰花与巨龙，苍白的古代骑士
他是往昔岁月的骏马
此刻孩子们奔来看
山岗上的白色骏马
提着装满苹果的布袋
还有采撷的三叶草
白马讲述着故事
关于消逝的旧日时光
孩子们伫立凝神
深信每个传说
往昔如此璀璨明亮
当烈日当空 红鬃母马降临
踏过生者与死者的坟茔
她的披风缀满镜面与玻璃
红马经过时 万物皆倒映
她是此刻当下的坐骑
山上的孩子们
陷入迷茫困惑
他们紧紧相拥
再难保持平静
红马的声音颤抖着
发出罕见而强大的呼唤
孩子们开始忆起
抬棺人与灵柩
尽管他们五彩的毛衣
在镜中清晰倒映
尽管阳光倾洒周身
他们仍在草丛中战栗
当下如此残酷分明
当夜幕低垂 黑骏马现身
高傲挺拔永不回首
不佩翡翠不戴金银
甚至没有御寒的鞍鞯
他是未来岁月的使者
我将跪伏在
这匹神驹面前
向他吟唱千百个世纪
积压的悲伤
孩子们随着母亲呼唤
如鸟兽散去
夜色之马的哀愁
孩童永远无法知晓
我要为他悬挂
从未响过的铃铛
感谢他那些
从未说出口的话语
我将感激上帝与众天使
因这暮色中的骏马
未来的黑色神驹
降临尘世却缄默无言
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LRC翻译歌词
[00:25.68](词曲：Joan Baez)
[00:27.12]黎明时分一匹白色种马
[00:34.83]在晨光中跃动山岗
[00:40.83]他的缰绳绘满雷电与黄金
[00:49.50]兰花与巨龙，苍白的古代骑士
[01:04.14]他是往昔岁月的骏马
[01:13.05]此刻孩子们奔来看
[01:14.10]山岗上的白色骏马
[01:21.75]提着装满苹果的布袋
[01:25.32]还有采撷的三叶草
[01:36.93]白马讲述着故事
[01:37.68]关于消逝的旧日时光
[01:41.79]孩子们伫立凝神
[01:46.05]深信每个传说
[01:54.69]往昔如此璀璨明亮
[02:18.12]当烈日当空 红鬃母马降临
[02:26.37]踏过生者与死者的坟茔
[02:34.50]她的披风缀满镜面与玻璃
[02:42.51]红马经过时 万物皆倒映
[02:49.14]她是此刻当下的坐骑
[02:53.58]山上的孩子们
[03:06.99]陷入迷茫困惑
[03:13.17]他们紧紧相拥
[03:21.45]再难保持平静
[03:26.70]红马的声音颤抖着
[03:30.36]发出罕见而强大的呼唤
[03:33.21]孩子们开始忆起
[03:39.84]抬棺人与灵柩
[03:44.82]尽管他们五彩的毛衣
[03:45.60]在镜中清晰倒映
[04:00.18]尽管阳光倾洒周身
[04:07.08]他们仍在草丛中战栗
[04:10.29]当下如此残酷分明
[04:33.75]当夜幕低垂 黑骏马现身
[04:41.61]高傲挺拔永不回首
[04:49.56]不佩翡翠不戴金银
[04:57.18]甚至没有御寒的鞍鞯
[05:08.01]他是未来岁月的使者
[05:19.62]我将跪伏在
[05:22.47]这匹神驹面前
[05:32.37]向他吟唱千百个世纪
[05:37.38]积压的悲伤
[05:39.57]孩子们随着母亲呼唤
[05:44.37]如鸟兽散去
[05:49.29]夜色之马的哀愁
[05:58.32]孩童永远无法知晓
[06:07.35]我要为他悬挂
[06:10.17]从未响过的铃铛
[06:16.77]感谢他那些
[06:20.61]从未说出口的话语
[06:24.84]我将感激上帝与众天使
[06:37.32]因这暮色中的骏马
[06:40.89]未来的黑色神驹
[06:43.83]降临尘世却缄默无言
[06:51.87]
📝
纯歌词版本
作词 : Baez
作曲 : Joan Baez
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
In the early dawn a stallion white
prances the hills in the morning light.
His bridle is painted with thunder and gold,
orchids and dragons, pale knights of old.
He is the horse of the ages past.
And now the children run to see
the stallion on the hill,
bringing bags of apples
and of clover they have filled.
And the white horse tells his stories
of the days now past and gone
and the children stand a-wondering
believing every song.
How brightly glows the past.
When the sun is high comes a mare so red,
trampling the graves of the living and dead.
Her mantle is heavy with mirrors and glass,
all is reflected when the red mare does pass.
She is the horse of the here and now.
And now there is confusion
amongst the children on the hill.
They cling to one another
and no longer can be still.
While the red mare's voice is trembling
with a rare and mighty call,
the children start remembering
the bearers and the pall.
And though their many-colored sweaters
are reflected in the glass,
and though the sun shines down upon them,
they are frightened in the grass.
How stark is the here and now.
When night does fall comes a stallion black,
so proud and tall he never looks back.
He wears him no emeralds, silver and gold,
not even a covering to keep him from cold.
He is the horse of the years to come.
And I will get me down
before this steed upon my knees
and sing to him the sorrows
of a thousand centuries.
And the children now will scatter
as their mothers call them home,
for the sadness of the evening horse
no child has ever known.
And I will hang about him
a bell that's never rung
and thank him for the many words
which from his throat have never sprung.
And I'll thank God and all the angels
that the stallion of the evening,
the black horse of the future,
comes to earth but has no tongue.
© 1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : Baez
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Joan Baez
[00:25.68](Words and Music by Joan Baez)
[00:27.12]In the early dawn a stallion white
[00:34.83]prances the hills in the morning light.
[00:40.83]His bridle is painted with thunder and gold,
[00:49.50]orchids and dragons, pale knights of old.
[01:04.14]He is the horse of the ages past.
[01:13.05]And now the children run to see
[01:14.10]the stallion on the hill,
[01:21.75]bringing bags of apples
[01:25.32]and of clover they have filled.
[01:36.93]And the white horse tells his stories
[01:37.68]of the days now past and gone
[01:41.79]and the children stand a-wondering
[01:46.05]believing every song.
[01:54.69]How brightly glows the past.
[02:18.12]When the sun is high comes a mare so red,
[02:26.37]trampling the graves of the living and dead.
[02:34.50]Her mantle is heavy with mirrors and glass,
[02:42.51]all is reflected when the red mare does pass.
[02:49.14]She is the horse of the here and now.
[02:53.58]And now there is confusion
[03:06.99]amongst the children on the hill.
[03:13.17]They cling to one another
[03:21.45]and no longer can be still.
[03:26.70]While the red mare's voice is trembling
[03:30.36]with a rare and mighty call,
[03:33.21]the children start remembering
[03:39.84]the bearers and the pall.
[03:44.82]And though their many-colored sweaters
[03:45.60]are reflected in the glass,
[04:00.18]and though the sun shines down upon them,
[04:07.08]they are frightened in the grass.
[04:10.29]How stark is the here and now.
[04:33.75]When night does fall comes a stallion black,
[04:41.61]so proud and tall he never looks back.
[04:49.56]He wears him no emeralds, silver and gold,
[04:57.18]not even a covering to keep him from cold.
[05:08.01]He is the horse of the years to come.
[05:19.62]And I will get me down
[05:22.47]before this steed upon my knees
[05:32.37]and sing to him the sorrows
[05:37.38]of a thousand centuries.
[05:39.57]And the children now will scatter
[05:44.37]as their mothers call them home,
[05:49.29]for the sadness of the evening horse
[05:58.32]no child has ever known.
[06:07.35]And I will hang about him
[06:10.17]a bell that's never rung
[06:16.77]and thank him for the many words
[06:20.61]which from his throat have never sprung.
[06:24.84]And I'll thank God and all the angels
[06:37.32]that the stallion of the evening,
[06:40.89]the black horse of the future,
[06:43.83]comes to earth but has no tongue.
[06:51.87]© 1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
🌍
纯翻译歌词
(词曲：Joan Baez)
黎明时分一匹白色种马
在晨光中跃动山岗
他的缰绳绘满雷电与黄金
兰花与巨龙，苍白的古代骑士
他是往昔岁月的骏马
此刻孩子们奔来看
山岗上的白色骏马
提着装满苹果的布袋
还有采撷的三叶草
白马讲述着故事
关于消逝的旧日时光
孩子们伫立凝神
深信每个传说
往昔如此璀璨明亮
当烈日当空 红鬃母马降临
踏过生者与死者的坟茔
她的披风缀满镜面与玻璃
红马经过时 万物皆倒映
她是此刻当下的坐骑
山上的孩子们
陷入迷茫困惑
他们紧紧相拥
再难保持平静
红马的声音颤抖着
发出罕见而强大的呼唤
孩子们开始忆起
抬棺人与灵柩
尽管他们五彩的毛衣
在镜中清晰倒映
尽管阳光倾洒周身
他们仍在草丛中战栗
当下如此残酷分明
当夜幕低垂 黑骏马现身
高傲挺拔永不回首
不佩翡翠不戴金银
甚至没有御寒的鞍鞯
他是未来岁月的使者
我将跪伏在
这匹神驹面前
向他吟唱千百个世纪
积压的悲伤
孩子们随着母亲呼唤
如鸟兽散去
夜色之马的哀愁
孩童永远无法知晓
我要为他悬挂
从未响过的铃铛
感谢他那些
从未说出口的话语
我将感激上帝与众天使
因这暮色中的骏马
未来的黑色神驹
降临尘世却缄默无言
🔤
LRC翻译歌词
[00:25.68](词曲：Joan Baez)
[00:27.12]黎明时分一匹白色种马
[00:34.83]在晨光中跃动山岗
[00:40.83]他的缰绳绘满雷电与黄金
[00:49.50]兰花与巨龙，苍白的古代骑士
[01:04.14]他是往昔岁月的骏马
[01:13.05]此刻孩子们奔来看
[01:14.10]山岗上的白色骏马
[01:21.75]提着装满苹果的布袋
[01:25.32]还有采撷的三叶草
[01:36.93]白马讲述着故事
[01:37.68]关于消逝的旧日时光
[01:41.79]孩子们伫立凝神
[01:46.05]深信每个传说
[01:54.69]往昔如此璀璨明亮
[02:18.12]当烈日当空 红鬃母马降临
[02:26.37]踏过生者与死者的坟茔
[02:34.50]她的披风缀满镜面与玻璃
[02:42.51]红马经过时 万物皆倒映
[02:49.14]她是此刻当下的坐骑
[02:53.58]山上的孩子们
[03:06.99]陷入迷茫困惑
[03:13.17]他们紧紧相拥
[03:21.45]再难保持平静
[03:26.70]红马的声音颤抖着
[03:30.36]发出罕见而强大的呼唤
[03:33.21]孩子们开始忆起
[03:39.84]抬棺人与灵柩
[03:44.82]尽管他们五彩的毛衣
[03:45.60]在镜中清晰倒映
[04:00.18]尽管阳光倾洒周身
[04:07.08]他们仍在草丛中战栗
[04:10.29]当下如此残酷分明
[04:33.75]当夜幕低垂 黑骏马现身
[04:41.61]高傲挺拔永不回首
[04:49.56]不佩翡翠不戴金银
[04:57.18]甚至没有御寒的鞍鞯
[05:08.01]他是未来岁月的使者
[05:19.62]我将跪伏在
[05:22.47]这匹神驹面前
[05:32.37]向他吟唱千百个世纪
[05:37.38]积压的悲伤
[05:39.57]孩子们随着母亲呼唤
[05:44.37]如鸟兽散去
[05:49.29]夜色之马的哀愁
[05:58.32]孩童永远无法知晓
[06:07.35]我要为他悬挂
[06:10.17]从未响过的铃铛
[06:16.77]感谢他那些
[06:20.61]从未说出口的话语
[06:24.84]我将感激上帝与众天使
[06:37.32]因这暮色中的骏马
[06:40.89]未来的黑色神驹
[06:43.83]降临尘世却缄默无言
[06:51.87]