On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road run by
To many-towered Camelot;
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,（The island of Shalott）
Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly
Flowing down to tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay,
A curse is on her if he stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
Beside remote Shalott.
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces taro' the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She looked down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror cracked from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.
In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining
Over towered Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat,
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott
Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:41.510]On either side of the river lie
[00:45.210]Long fields of barley and of rye,
[00:49.100]That clothe the world and meet the sky;
[00:53.110]And thro' the field the road run by
[00:56.490]To many-towered Camelot;
[01:04.560]Gazing where the lilies blow
[01:08.840]Round an island there below,（The island of Shalott）
[01:17.250]Only reapers, reaping early,
[01:20.890]In among the bearded barley
[01:24.070]Hear a song that echoes cheerly
[01:28.200]From the river winding clearly
[01:31.980]Flowing down to tower'd Camelot;
[01:36.260]And by the moon the reaper weary,
[01:40.000]Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
[02:07.620]There she weaves by night and day
[02:11.270]A magic web with colours gay,
[02:18.560]A curse is on her if he stay
[02:21.590]To look down to Camelot.
[02:26.060]She knows not what the curse may be,
[02:29.860]And so she weaveth steadily,
[02:33.640]And little other care hath she,
[02:36.780]The Lady of Shalott.
[02:41.980]A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
[02:45.760]He rode between the barley sheaves,
[02:49.590]The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
[02:53.670]And flamed upon the brazen greaves
[02:57.260]Of bold Sir Lancelot.
[03:01.890]A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
[03:05.670]To a lady in his shield,
[03:12.540]Beside remote Shalott.
[03:17.260]She left the web, she left the loom,
[03:21.150]She made three paces taro' the room,
[03:24.960]She saw the water-lily bloom,
[03:29.000]She saw the helmet and the plume,
[03:32.350]She looked down to Camelot.
[03:36.730]Out flew the web and floated wide;
[03:40.610]The mirror cracked from side to side;
[03:44.240]"The curse is come upon me," cried
[03:47.770]The Lady of Shalott.
[04:08.480]In the stormy east-wind straining,
[04:11.860]The pale yellow woods were waning,
[04:15.890]The broad stream in his banks complaining.
[04:19.580]Heavily the low sky raining
[04:22.720]Over towered Camelot;
[04:27.100]Down she came and found a boat,
[04:30.680]Beneath a willow left afloat,
[04:34.560]And round about the prow she wrote
[04:38.500]The Lady of Shalott
[05:00.870]Who is this? And what is here?
[05:05.400]And in the lighted palace near
[05:08.830]Died the sound of royal cheer;
[05:12.970]And they crossed themselves for fear,
[05:16.660]All the Knights at Camelot;
[05:27.550]He said, "She has a lovely face;
[05:32.080]God in his mercy lend her grace,
[05:38.850]The Lady of Shalott."
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road run by
To many-towered Camelot;
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,（The island of Shalott）
Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly
Flowing down to tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay,
A curse is on her if he stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
Beside remote Shalott.
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces taro' the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She looked down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror cracked from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.
In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining
Over towered Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat,
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott
Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:41.510]On either side of the river lie
[00:45.210]Long fields of barley and of rye,
[00:49.100]That clothe the world and meet the sky;
[00:53.110]And thro' the field the road run by
[00:56.490]To many-towered Camelot;
[01:04.560]Gazing where the lilies blow
[01:08.840]Round an island there below,（The island of Shalott）
[01:17.250]Only reapers, reaping early,
[01:20.890]In among the bearded barley
[01:24.070]Hear a song that echoes cheerly
[01:28.200]From the river winding clearly
[01:31.980]Flowing down to tower'd Camelot;
[01:36.260]And by the moon the reaper weary,
[01:40.000]Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
[02:07.620]There she weaves by night and day
[02:11.270]A magic web with colours gay,
[02:18.560]A curse is on her if he stay
[02:21.590]To look down to Camelot.
[02:26.060]She knows not what the curse may be,
[02:29.860]And so she weaveth steadily,
[02:33.640]And little other care hath she,
[02:36.780]The Lady of Shalott.
[02:41.980]A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
[02:45.760]He rode between the barley sheaves,
[02:49.590]The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
[02:53.670]And flamed upon the brazen greaves
[02:57.260]Of bold Sir Lancelot.
[03:01.890]A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
[03:05.670]To a lady in his shield,
[03:12.540]Beside remote Shalott.
[03:17.260]She left the web, she left the loom,
[03:21.150]She made three paces taro' the room,
[03:24.960]She saw the water-lily bloom,
[03:29.000]She saw the helmet and the plume,
[03:32.350]She looked down to Camelot.
[03:36.730]Out flew the web and floated wide;
[03:40.610]The mirror cracked from side to side;
[03:44.240]"The curse is come upon me," cried
[03:47.770]The Lady of Shalott.
[04:08.480]In the stormy east-wind straining,
[04:11.860]The pale yellow woods were waning,
[04:15.890]The broad stream in his banks complaining.
[04:19.580]Heavily the low sky raining
[04:22.720]Over towered Camelot;
[04:27.100]Down she came and found a boat,
[04:30.680]Beneath a willow left afloat,
[04:34.560]And round about the prow she wrote
[04:38.500]The Lady of Shalott
[05:00.870]Who is this? And what is here?
[05:05.400]And in the lighted palace near
[05:08.830]Died the sound of royal cheer;
[05:12.970]And they crossed themselves for fear,
[05:16.660]All the Knights at Camelot;
[05:27.550]He said, "She has a lovely face;
[05:32.080]God in his mercy lend her grace,
[05:38.850]The Lady of Shalott."
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