Beloved, gaze in thine own heart
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody.
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee,
There the Loves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart
Thine eyes grow full of tender care;
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile,
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to bareness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings: alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care;
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[02:14.02]Beloved, gaze in thine own heart
[02:19.89]The holy tree is growing there;
[02:25.94]From joy the holy branches start
[02:31.59]And all the trembling flowers they bear.
[02:38.82]The changing colours of its fruit
[02:44.56]Have dowered the stars with merry light;
[02:50.76]The surety of its hidden root
[02:56.47]Has planted quiet in the night;
[03:02.78]The shaking of its leafy head
[03:08.21]Has given the waves their melody.
[03:14.44]And made my lips and music wed,
[03:20.93]Murmuring a wizard song for thee,
[03:28.04]
[03:32.25]There the Loves a circle go,
[03:37.88]The flaming circle of our days,
[03:49.27]In those great ignorant leafy ways;
[03:55.02]Remembering all that shaken hair
[04:00.82]And how the winged sandals dart
[04:06.45]Thine eyes grow full of tender care;
[04:13.28]Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
[04:21.91]
[04:45.00]Gaze no more in the bitter glass
[04:50.95]The demons, with their subtle guile,
[04:56.78]Lift up before us when they pass,
[05:02.74]Or only gaze a little while;
[05:08.56]For there a fatal image grows
[05:14.15]That the stormy night receives,
[05:20.16]Roots half hidden under snows,
[05:26.05]Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
[05:33.32]
[05:33.91]For all things turn to bareness
[05:39.99]In the dim glass the demons hold,
[05:46.28]The glass of outer weariness,
[05:51.89]Made when God slept in times of old.
[05:58.12]There, through the broken branches, go
[06:03.43]The ravens of unresting thought;
[06:09.52]Flying, crying, to and fro,
[06:15.88]Cruel claw and hungry throat,
[06:21.77]Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
[06:27.35]And shake their ragged wings: alas!
[06:33.15]Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
[06:39.69]Gaze no more in the bitter glass.
[06:49.02]
[07:12.52]Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
[07:18.31]The holy tree is growing there;
[07:24.46]From joy the holy branches start,
[07:29.86]And all the trembling flowers they bear.
[07:36.16]Remembering all that shaken hair
[07:41.47]And how the winged sandals dart,
[07:47.28]Thine eyes grow full of tender care;
[07:53.86]Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
[08:05.48]
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody.
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee,
There the Loves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart
Thine eyes grow full of tender care;
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile,
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to bareness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings: alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care;
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[02:14.02]Beloved, gaze in thine own heart
[02:19.89]The holy tree is growing there;
[02:25.94]From joy the holy branches start
[02:31.59]And all the trembling flowers they bear.
[02:38.82]The changing colours of its fruit
[02:44.56]Have dowered the stars with merry light;
[02:50.76]The surety of its hidden root
[02:56.47]Has planted quiet in the night;
[03:02.78]The shaking of its leafy head
[03:08.21]Has given the waves their melody.
[03:14.44]And made my lips and music wed,
[03:20.93]Murmuring a wizard song for thee,
[03:28.04]
[03:32.25]There the Loves a circle go,
[03:37.88]The flaming circle of our days,
[03:49.27]In those great ignorant leafy ways;
[03:55.02]Remembering all that shaken hair
[04:00.82]And how the winged sandals dart
[04:06.45]Thine eyes grow full of tender care;
[04:13.28]Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
[04:21.91]
[04:45.00]Gaze no more in the bitter glass
[04:50.95]The demons, with their subtle guile,
[04:56.78]Lift up before us when they pass,
[05:02.74]Or only gaze a little while;
[05:08.56]For there a fatal image grows
[05:14.15]That the stormy night receives,
[05:20.16]Roots half hidden under snows,
[05:26.05]Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
[05:33.32]
[05:33.91]For all things turn to bareness
[05:39.99]In the dim glass the demons hold,
[05:46.28]The glass of outer weariness,
[05:51.89]Made when God slept in times of old.
[05:58.12]There, through the broken branches, go
[06:03.43]The ravens of unresting thought;
[06:09.52]Flying, crying, to and fro,
[06:15.88]Cruel claw and hungry throat,
[06:21.77]Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
[06:27.35]And shake their ragged wings: alas!
[06:33.15]Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
[06:39.69]Gaze no more in the bitter glass.
[06:49.02]
[07:12.52]Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
[07:18.31]The holy tree is growing there;
[07:24.46]From joy the holy branches start,
[07:29.86]And all the trembling flowers they bear.
[07:36.16]Remembering all that shaken hair
[07:41.47]And how the winged sandals dart,
[07:47.28]Thine eyes grow full of tender care;
[07:53.86]Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
[08:05.48]
Loreena McKennitt - Never-ending Road (Amhrán Duit)
The road now leads onward
As far as can be
Winding lanes
And hedgerows in threes
By purple mounta...
It was down by the Sally Gardens
My love and I did meet
She crossed the Sally Gardens
With little snow-white feet
She bid me to take life easy
As the ...
They're gathered in circles
the lamps light their faces
The crescent moon rocks in the sky
The poets of drumming
The smoke swirls up and then dies
Wo...
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats
There we've hid ou...
A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are cal...
The wind was a torrent of darkness
Among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon the cloudy seas
The road was a ribbon of moonlig...
As I roved out on a bright May morning
To view the meadows and flowers gay
As she sat under yon willow tree
I took off my hat and I did salute her
I d...
o bonny portmore, i am sorry to see
such a woeful destruction of your ornament tree
for it stood on your shore for manys the long day
till the long bo...