《L’Envoi》歌词

[00:00:01] L'Envoi by Rudyard Kipling

[00:00:04] There's a whisper down the field

[00:00:06] Where the year has shot her yield

[00:00:07] And the ricks stand gray to the sun

[00:00:10] Singing: "Over then come over

[00:00:13] For the bee has quit the clover

[00:00:14] And your English summer's done "

[00:00:16] You have heard the beat of the off-shore wind

[00:00:18] And the thresh of the deep-sea rain;

[00:00:20] You have heard the song

[00:00:21] How long how long

[00:00:23] Pull out on the trail again

[00:00:26] Ha' done with the Tents of Shem dear lass

[00:00:28] We've seen the seasons through

[00:00:30] And it's time to turn on the old trail

[00:00:33] Our own trail the out trail

[00:00:35] Pull out pull out on the Long Trail

[00:00:38] The trail that is always new

[00:00:41] It's North you may run to the rime-ringed sun

[00:00:44] Or South to the blind Horn's hate;

[00:00:46] Or East all the way into Mississippi Bay

[00:00:49] Or West to the Golden Gate;

[00:00:50] Where the blindest bluffs hold good dear lass

[00:00:53] And the wildest tales are true

[00:00:56] And the men bulk big on the old trail

[00:00:58] Our own trail the out trail

[00:01:00] And life runs large on the Long Trail

[00:01:04] The trail that is always new

[00:01:06] The days are sick and cold

[00:01:08] And the skies are gray and old

[00:01:10] And the twice-breathed airs blow damp;

[00:01:12] And I'd sell my tired soul

[00:01:15] For the bucking beam-sea roll

[00:01:17] Of a black Bilbao tramp;

[00:01:19] With her load-line over her hatch dear lass

[00:01:21] And a drunken Dago crew

[00:01:23] And her nose held down on the old trail

[00:01:26] Our own trail the out trail

[00:01:28] From Cadiz Bar on the Long Trail

[00:01:31] The trail that is always new

[00:01:34] There be triple ways to take

[00:01:35] Of the eagle or the snake

[00:01:37] Or the way of a man with a maid;

[00:01:39] But the fairest way to me is a ship's upon the sea

[00:01:42] In the heel of the North-East Trade

[00:01:45] Can you hear the crash on her bows dear lass

[00:01:47] And the drum of the racing screw

[00:01:49] As she ships it green on the old trail

[00:01:52] Our own trail the out trail

[00:01:54] As she lifts and 'scends on the Long Trail

[00:01:57] The trail that is always new

[00:02:00] See the shaking funnels roar

[00:02:02] With the Peter at the fore

[00:02:04] And the fenders grind and heave

[00:02:06] And the derricks clack and grate

[00:02:07] As the tackle hooks the crate

[00:02:09] And the fall-rope whines through the sheave;

[00:02:12] It's "Gang-plank up and in " dear lass

[00:02:15] It's "Hawsers warp her through "

[00:02:17] And it's "All clear aft" on the old trail

[00:02:19] Our own trail the out trail

[00:02:21] We're backing down on the Long Trail

[00:02:24] The trail that is always new

[00:02:27] O the mutter overside

[00:02:28] When the port-fog holds us tied

[00:02:30] And the sirens hoot their dread

[00:02:33] When foot by foot

[00:02:34] We creep over the hueless viewless deep

[00:02:36] To the sob of the questing lead

[00:02:38] It's down by the Lower Hope dear lass

[00:02:41] With the Gunfleet Sands in view

[00:02:43] Till the Mouse swings green on the old trail

[00:02:46] Our own trail the out trail

[00:02:48] And the Gull Light lifts on the Long Trail

[00:02:51] The trail that is always new

[00:02:54] O the blazing tropic night

[00:02:57] When the wake's a welt of light

[00:02:59] That holds the hot sky tame

[00:03:01] And the steady fore-foot snores through

[00:03:04] The planet-powdered floors

[00:03:05] Where the scared whale flukes in flame

[00:03:08] Her plates are scarred by the sun dear lass

[00:03:11] And her ropes are taut with the dew

[00:03:14] For we're booming down on the old trail

[00:03:17] Our own trail the out trail

[00:03:19] We're sagging south on the Long Trail

[00:03:22] The trail that is always new

[00:03:25] Then home get her home

[00:03:27] Where the drunken rollers comb

[00:03:29] And the shouting seas drive by

[00:03:31] And the engines stamp and ring

[00:03:34] And the wet bows reel and swing

[00:03:36] And the Southern Cross rides high

[00:03:39] Yes the old lost stars wheel back dear lass

[00:03:43] That blaze in the velvet blue

[00:03:45] They're all old friends on the old trail

[00:03:47] Our own trail the out trail

[00:03:49] They're God's own guides on the Long Trail

[00:03:52] The trail that is always new

[00:03:55] Fly forward O my heart

[00:03:57] From the Foreland to the Start

[00:03:58] We're steaming all-too slow

[00:04:01] And it's twenty thousand mile to our little lazy isle

[00:04:03] Where the trumpet-orchids blow

[00:04:06] You have heard the call of the off-shore wind

[00:04:08] And the voice of the deep-sea rain;

[00:04:10] You have heard the song

[00:04:11] How long how long

[00:04:13] Pull out on the trail again

[00:04:15] L'Envoi - Mark River