《Sailing To Byzantium By WB Yeats》歌词

[00:00:00] Sailing To Byzantium By WB Yeats - Ghizela Rowe

[00:00:03] Sailing To Byzantium By WB Yeats

[00:00:08] That is no country for old men

[00:00:10] The young in one another's arms birds

[00:00:13] In the trees

[00:00:14] Those dying generations at their song

[00:00:17] The salmon-falls the mackerel-crowded seas

[00:00:20] Fish flesh or fowl commend all summer long

[00:00:24] Whatever is begotten born and dies

[00:00:27] Caught in that sensual music all neglect

[00:00:30] Monuments of unageing intellect

[00:00:33] An aged man is but a paltry thing

[00:00:36] A tattered coat upon a stick unless

[00:00:38] Soul clap it's hands

[00:00:39] And sing and louder sing

[00:00:41] For every tatter in it's mortal dress

[00:00:43] Nor is there singing school but studying

[00:00:46] Monuments of it's own magnificence

[00:00:48] And therefore

[00:00:49] I have sailed the seas and come

[00:00:51] To the holy city of Byzantium

[00:00:55] O sages standing in God's holy fire

[00:00:58] As in the gold mosaic of a wall

[00:01:00] Come from the holy fire perne in a gyre

[00:01:04] And be the singing-masters of my soul

[00:01:07] Consume my heart away sick with desire

[00:01:10] And fastened to a dying animal

[00:01:12] It knows not what it is and gather me

[00:01:15] Into the artifice of eternity

[00:01:18] Once out of nature I shall never take

[00:01:20] My bodily form from any natural thing

[00:01:23] But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make

[00:01:26] Of hammered gold and gold enamelling

[00:01:29] To keep a drowsy Emperor awake

[00:01:31] Or set upon a golden bough to sing

[00:01:33] To lords and ladies of Byzantium

[00:01:36] Of what is past or passing or to come