Moon Cradle
作词 : Loreena McKennitt
作曲 : Loreena McKennitt
Music by Loreena McKennitt
When the moon-cradle's rocking and rocking
Where a cloud and a cloud go by
Silently rocking and rocking
The moon-cradle's out in the sky.
Then comes the lad with the hazel
And the folding star's in the rack
'Night's a good herd' to the cattle,
He sings, 'She brings all things back.'
But the bond woman down by the boorie
Sings with a heart grown wild
How a hundred rivers are flowing
Between herself and her child.
'The geese, even they trudge homeward
That have their wings and the waste,
Let your thoughts be on Night the Herder,
And be quiet for a space.'
The moon-cradle's rocking and rocking,
Where a cloud and a cloud go by,
Silently rocking and rocking
The moon-cradle out in the sky.
The snipe they are crying and crying
Liadine, liadine, liadine
Where no track's on the bog they are flying:
A lonely dream will be mine!
Where no track's on the bog they are flying:
A lonely dream will be mine!
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Moon CradleLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Loreena McKennitt
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Loreena McKennitt
[00:17.77]Music by Loreena McKennitt
[00:19.77]
[00:21.77]
[00:23.77]When the moon-cradle's rocking and rocking
[00:29.69]Where a cloud and a cloud go by
[00:36.58]Silently rocking and rocking
[00:42.98]The moon-cradle's out in the sky.
[00:48.02]
[00:50.35]Then comes the lad with the hazel
[00:57.11]And the folding star's in the rack
[01:04.67]'Night's a good herd' to the cattle,
[01:08.93]He sings, 'She brings all things back.'
[01:19.01]
[01:21.70]But the bond woman down by the boorie
[01:28.29]Sings with a heart grown wild
[01:35.14]How a hundred rivers are flowing
[01:41.56]Between herself and her child.
[01:47.70]
[01:50.09]'The geese, even they trudge homeward
[01:56.10]That have their wings and the waste,
[02:04.18]Let your thoughts be on Night the Herder,
[02:11.39]And be quiet for a space.'
[02:18.80]
[02:23.89]The moon-cradle's rocking and rocking,
[02:30.18]Where a cloud and a cloud go by,
[02:37.47]Silently rocking and rocking
[02:43.77]The moon-cradle out in the sky.
[02:49.27]
[02:51.84]The snipe they are crying and crying
[02:56.87]Liadine, liadine, liadine
[03:04.66]Where no track's on the bog they are flying:
[03:11.99]A lonely dream will be mine!
[03:19.48]Where no track's on the bog they are flying:
[03:27.06]A lonely dream will be mine!
[03:33.41]
[04:01.41]
[04:27.32]END
