《Let the Slave (Incorporating the Price of Experience)》歌词

[00:00:00] Let the Slave (Incorporating the Price of Experience) - Van Morrison

[00:00:01] Written by：Mike Westbrook/Adrian Mitchell

[00:00:14] Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field

[00:00:26] Let him look up into the heavens and laugh in the bright air

[00:00:38] Let the enchained soul shut up in darkness and in sighing

[00:00:50] Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years

[00:01:00] Rose and look out his chains are loose his dungeon doors are open

[00:01:20] And let his wife and children return from the oppressor's scourge

[00:01:32] They look behind at every step and believe it is a dream

[00:01:47] Singing the sun has left his blackness and has found a fresher morning

[00:01:59] And the fair moon rejoices in the clear and cloudless night

[00:02:11] For empire is no more

[00:02:17] And now the lion and wolf shall cease

[00:02:23] For everything that lives is holy

[00:02:31] For everything that lives is holy

[00:02:39] For everything that lives is holy

[00:02:46] For everything that lives is holy

[00:03:05] What is the price of experience do men buy it for a song

[00:03:09] Or wisdom for a dance in the street no it is bought with the price

[00:03:13] Of all that a man hath his house his wife his children

[00:03:18] Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy

[00:03:22] And in the withered field where the farmer plows for bread in vain

[00:03:28] It is an easy thing to triumph in the summer's sun

[00:03:30] And in the vintage and to sing on the wagon loaded with corn

[00:03:34] It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted

[00:03:38] To speak the laws of prudence to the homeless wanderer

[00:03:41] To listen to the hungry raven's cry in wintry season

[00:03:44] When the red blood is filled with wine and with the marrow of lambs

[00:03:49] It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements

[00:03:51] To hear the dog howl at the wintry door

[00:03:54] The ox in the slaughter house moan

[00:03:55] To see a god on every wind and a blessing on every blast

[00:03:58] To hear sounds of love in the thunder storm

[00:04:00] That destroys our enemies house

[00:04:03] To rejoice in the blight that covers his field

[00:04:06] And the sickness that cuts off his children

[00:04:07] While our olive and vine sing and laugh round our door

[00:04:10] And our children bring fruits and flowers

[00:04:15] Then the groan and the dolor are quite forgotten

[00:04:17] And the slave grinding at the mill

[00:04:19] And the captive in chains and the poor in the prison

[00:04:21] And the soldier in the field

[00:04:23] When the shattered bone hath laid him groaning

[00:04:24] Among the happier dead

[00:04:27] It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity

[00:04:31] Thus could I sing and thus rejoice but it is not so with me