《Linden Lea - A Dorset song (1994 - Remaster)》歌词

[00:02:49] Within the woodlands, flowery gladed,

[00:02:49] By the oak tree's mossy moot,

[00:02:49] The shining grass-blades, timber-shaded,

[00:02:49] Now do quiver under foot;

[00:02:49] And birds do whistle overhead,

[00:02:49] And water's bubbling in its bed,

[00:02:49] And there for me the apple tree

[00:02:49] Do lean down low in Linden Lea.

[00:02:49] When leaves that lately were a-springing

[00:02:49] Now do fade within the copse,

[00:02:49] And painted birds do hush their singing

[00:02:49] Up upon the timber tops;

[00:02:49] And brown-leaved fruit's a-turning red,

[00:02:49] In cloudless sunshine, overhead,

[00:02:49] With fruit for me, the apple tree

[00:02:49] Do lean down low in Linden Lea.

[00:02:49] Let other folk make money faster

[00:02:49] In the air of dark-roomed towns,

[00:02:49] I don't dread a peevish master;

[00:02:49] Though no man do heed my frowns,

[00:02:49] I be free to go abroad,

[00:02:49] Or take again my homeward road

[00:02:49] To where, for me, the apple tree

[00:02:49] Do lean down low in Linden Lea.