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 our faery vats
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries

CHORUS

Come away, O human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
For the world\'s more full of weeping
Than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light
By far off furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles
Whilst the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.

CHORUS

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams

CHORUS

Away with us he\'s going
The solemn-eyed
He\'ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.

CHORUS

For he comes, the human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
For the world\'s more full of weeping
Than you can understand.

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为我喜欢的风格

忧伤的歌还多着呢，我听过很多这样的灵魂女声，但现在听完每一首想的不是如何去忧伤了，而是想着如何去唱，把音乐中的感情带到生活中去已经是我几年前的事情 了，现在的我，还是一如既往地喜欢这些爱尔兰式的扭曲的曲调，从外表上看，别人很容易以为我这人很悲观，实际上我并不是这样，也不喜欢别人那样说我，那样说我的人都是不了解我的人。生活不相信眼泪，上帝不会因为你的忧伤而宽恕你，忧伤的人，你好自为之吧