作词 : H. F. Chorley
作曲 : Arthur Sullivan/Sir Arthur Sullivan
No star is o'er the lake,
Its pale watch keeping,
The moon is half awake,
Through gray mists creeping,
The last red leaves fall round
The porch of roses,
The clock hath ceased to sound,
The long day closes.
Sit by the silent hearth
In calm endeavour,
To count the sounds of mirth,
Now dumb for ever.
Heed not how hope believes
And fate disposes:
Shadow is round the eaves,
The long day closes.
The lighted windows dim
Are fading slowly.
The fire that was so trim
Now quivers lowly.
Go to the dreamless bed
Where grief reposes;
Thy book of toil is read,
The long day closes.
Go to the dreamless bed
Where grief reposes;
Thy book of toil is read,
The long day closes.
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] 作词 : H. F. Chorley
[00:00.522] 作曲 : Arthur Sullivan/Sir Arthur Sullivan
[00:01.045]No star is o'er the lake,
[00:06.429]Its pale watch keeping,
[00:13.545]The moon is half awake,
[00:20.211]Through gray mists creeping,
[00:26.663]The last red leaves fall round
[00:35.821]The porch of roses,
[00:42.168]The clock hath ceased to sound,
[00:49.977]The long day closes.
[00:59.730]
[01:05.321]Sit by the silent hearth
[01:11.199]In calm endeavour,
[01:18.104]To count the sounds of mirth,
[01:26.088]Now dumb for ever.
[01:33.826]Heed not how hope believes
[01:40.091]And fate disposes:
[01:45.557]Shadow is round the eaves,
[01:51.818]The long day closes.
[01:59.381]
[02:00.592]The lighted windows dim
[02:08.838]Are fading slowly.
[02:16.208]The fire that was so trim
[02:25.216]Now quivers lowly.
[02:35.436]Go to the dreamless bed
[02:42.178]Where grief reposes;
[02:49.579]Thy book of toil is read,
[02:57.636]The long day closes.
[03:05.349]Go to the dreamless bed
[03:11.952]Where grief reposes;
[03:18.978]Thy book of toil is read,
[03:52.131]The long day closes.
作词 : H. F. Chorley
作曲 : Arthur Sullivan/Sir Arthur Sullivan
No star is o'er the lake,
Its pale watch keeping,
The moon is half awake,
Through gray mists creeping,
The last red leaves fall round
The porch of roses,
The clock hath ceased to sound,
The long day closes.
Sit by the silent hearth
In calm endeavour,
To count the sounds of mirth,
Now dumb for ever.
Heed not how hope believes
And fate disposes:
Shadow is round the eaves,
The long day closes.
The lighted windows dim
Are fading slowly.
The fire that was so trim
Now quivers lowly.
Go to the dreamless bed
Where grief reposes;
Thy book of toil is read,
The long day closes.
Go to the dreamless bed
Where grief reposes;
Thy book of toil is read,
The long day closes.
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] 作词 : H. F. Chorley
[00:00.522] 作曲 : Arthur Sullivan/Sir Arthur Sullivan
[00:01.045]No star is o'er the lake,
[00:06.429]Its pale watch keeping,
[00:13.545]The moon is half awake,
[00:20.211]Through gray mists creeping,
[00:26.663]The last red leaves fall round
[00:35.821]The porch of roses,
[00:42.168]The clock hath ceased to sound,
[00:49.977]The long day closes.
[00:59.730]
[01:05.321]Sit by the silent hearth
[01:11.199]In calm endeavour,
[01:18.104]To count the sounds of mirth,
[01:26.088]Now dumb for ever.
[01:33.826]Heed not how hope believes
[01:40.091]And fate disposes:
[01:45.557]Shadow is round the eaves,
[01:51.818]The long day closes.
[01:59.381]
[02:00.592]The lighted windows dim
[02:08.838]Are fading slowly.
[02:16.208]The fire that was so trim
[02:25.216]Now quivers lowly.
[02:35.436]Go to the dreamless bed
[02:42.178]Where grief reposes;
[02:49.579]Thy book of toil is read,
[02:57.636]The long day closes.
[03:05.349]Go to the dreamless bed
[03:11.952]Where grief reposes;
[03:18.978]Thy book of toil is read,
[03:52.131]The long day closes.