作曲 : The Decemberists
Here she comes in her palanquin
On the back of an elephant
On a bed made of linen and sequins and silk
All astride on her father's line
With the king and his concubines
And her nurse with her pitchers of liquors and milk
And we'll all come praise the infanta
And we'll all come praise the infanta
Among five score pachyderm
Each canopied and passengered
Sit the duke and the duchess' luscious young girls
Within sight of the baronness
Seething spite for this live largesse
By her side sits the baron
Her barrenness barbs her
And we'll all come praise the infanta
And we'll all come praise the infanta
A phalanx on camelback
Thirty ranks on a forward tack
Followed close, their shiny bright standards a-waving
While behind in their coach, in fours
Ride the wives of the king of Moors
And the veiled young virgin, the prince's betrothed
And we'll all come praise the infanta
And we'll all come praise the infanta
And as she sits upon her place
Her innocence laid on her face
From all atop the parapets blow a multitude of coronets
Melodies rhapsodical and fair
And all our hearts afire
The sky ablaze with cannon fire
We all raise our voices to the air
To the air...
And above all this folderol
On a bed made of chaparral
She is laid, a coronal placed on her brow
And the babe, all in slumber dreams
Of a place filled with quiet streams
And the lake where her cradle was pulled from the water
And we'll all come praise the infanta
And we'll all come praise the infanta
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作曲 : The Decemberists
[00:05.20]
[00:22.16]Here she comes in her palanquin
[00:25.98]On the back of an elephant
[00:29.60]On a bed made of linen and sequins and silk
[00:35.57]All astride on her father's line
[00:40.46]With the king and his concubines
[00:44.14]And her nurse with her pitchers of liquors and milk
[00:50.63]And we'll all come praise the infanta
[00:57.93]And we'll all come praise the infanta
[01:06.29]
[01:08.56]Among five score pachyderm
[01:12.47]Each canopied and passengered
[01:15.92]Sit the duke and the duchess' luscious young girls
[01:22.00]Within sight of the baronness
[01:26.60]Seething spite for this live largesse
[01:30.19]By her side sits the baron
[01:33.18]Her barrenness barbs her
[01:37.07]And we'll all come praise the infanta
[01:43.88]And we'll all come praise the infanta
[01:52.71]
[02:19.39]A phalanx on camelback
[02:23.44]Thirty ranks on a forward tack
[02:27.14]Followed close, their shiny bright standards a-waving
[02:33.89]While behind in their coach, in fours
[02:37.82]Ride the wives of the king of Moors
[02:41.07]And the veiled young virgin, the prince's betrothed
[02:48.29]And we'll all come praise the infanta
[02:54.72]And we'll all come praise the infanta
[03:03.33]
[03:05.76]And as she sits upon her place
[03:11.06]Her innocence laid on her face
[03:16.35]From all atop the parapets blow a multitude of coronets
[03:23.64]Melodies rhapsodical and fair
[03:28.62]And all our hearts afire
[03:31.58]The sky ablaze with cannon fire
[03:33.93]We all raise our voices to the air
[03:39.03]To the air...
[03:43.17]
[03:45.10]And above all this folderol
[03:50.42]On a bed made of chaparral
[03:53.75]She is laid, a coronal placed on her brow
[03:59.46]And the babe, all in slumber dreams
[04:04.62]Of a place filled with quiet streams
[04:08.10]And the lake where her cradle was pulled from the water
[04:14.53]And we'll all come praise the infanta
[04:22.17]And we'll all come praise the infanta
作曲 : The Decemberists
Here she comes in her palanquin
On the back of an elephant
On a bed made of linen and sequins and silk
All astride on her father's line
With the king and his concubines
And her nurse with her pitchers of liquors and milk
And we'll all come praise the infanta
And we'll all come praise the infanta
Among five score pachyderm
Each canopied and passengered
Sit the duke and the duchess' luscious young girls
Within sight of the baronness
Seething spite for this live largesse
By her side sits the baron
Her barrenness barbs her
And we'll all come praise the infanta
And we'll all come praise the infanta
A phalanx on camelback
Thirty ranks on a forward tack
Followed close, their shiny bright standards a-waving
While behind in their coach, in fours
Ride the wives of the king of Moors
And the veiled young virgin, the prince's betrothed
And we'll all come praise the infanta
And we'll all come praise the infanta
And as she sits upon her place
Her innocence laid on her face
From all atop the parapets blow a multitude of coronets
Melodies rhapsodical and fair
And all our hearts afire
The sky ablaze with cannon fire
We all raise our voices to the air
To the air...
And above all this folderol
On a bed made of chaparral
She is laid, a coronal placed on her brow
And the babe, all in slumber dreams
Of a place filled with quiet streams
And the lake where her cradle was pulled from the water
And we'll all come praise the infanta
And we'll all come praise the infanta
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作曲 : The Decemberists
[00:05.20]
[00:22.16]Here she comes in her palanquin
[00:25.98]On the back of an elephant
[00:29.60]On a bed made of linen and sequins and silk
[00:35.57]All astride on her father's line
[00:40.46]With the king and his concubines
[00:44.14]And her nurse with her pitchers of liquors and milk
[00:50.63]And we'll all come praise the infanta
[00:57.93]And we'll all come praise the infanta
[01:06.29]
[01:08.56]Among five score pachyderm
[01:12.47]Each canopied and passengered
[01:15.92]Sit the duke and the duchess' luscious young girls
[01:22.00]Within sight of the baronness
[01:26.60]Seething spite for this live largesse
[01:30.19]By her side sits the baron
[01:33.18]Her barrenness barbs her
[01:37.07]And we'll all come praise the infanta
[01:43.88]And we'll all come praise the infanta
[01:52.71]
[02:19.39]A phalanx on camelback
[02:23.44]Thirty ranks on a forward tack
[02:27.14]Followed close, their shiny bright standards a-waving
[02:33.89]While behind in their coach, in fours
[02:37.82]Ride the wives of the king of Moors
[02:41.07]And the veiled young virgin, the prince's betrothed
[02:48.29]And we'll all come praise the infanta
[02:54.72]And we'll all come praise the infanta
[03:03.33]
[03:05.76]And as she sits upon her place
[03:11.06]Her innocence laid on her face
[03:16.35]From all atop the parapets blow a multitude of coronets
[03:23.64]Melodies rhapsodical and fair
[03:28.62]And all our hearts afire
[03:31.58]The sky ablaze with cannon fire
[03:33.93]We all raise our voices to the air
[03:39.03]To the air...
[03:43.17]
[03:45.10]And above all this folderol
[03:50.42]On a bed made of chaparral
[03:53.75]She is laid, a coronal placed on her brow
[03:59.46]And the babe, all in slumber dreams
[04:04.62]Of a place filled with quiet streams
[04:08.10]And the lake where her cradle was pulled from the water
[04:14.53]And we'll all come praise the infanta
[04:22.17]And we'll all come praise the infanta