LRC歌词
[ti:To Flowers From Italy By Thomas Hardy]
[ar:Ghizela Rowe]
[al:Winter - A Season In Verse]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]To Flowers From Italy By Thomas Hardy - Not Applicable/Gideon Wagner
[00:00.96]To Flowers From Italy in Winter by Thomas Hardy
[00:04.78]
[00:06.98]Sunned in the South
[00:08.77]And here today
[00:09.75]
[00:10.46]If all organic things
[00:12.19]Be sentient
[00:13.06]
[00:13.76]Flowers
[00:14.41]As some men say
[00:16.19]What are your ponderings
[00:17.85]
[00:18.72]How can you stay nor vanish quite
[00:21.64]From this bleak spot of thorn
[00:23.96]And birch and fir and frozen white
[00:26.87]Expanse of the forlorn
[00:28.42]
[00:29.62]Frail luckless exiles hither brought
[00:32.18]Your dust will not regain
[00:34.25]Old sunny haunts of Classic thought
[00:36.72]
[00:37.32]And you shall waste and wane
[00:39.28]
[00:39.96]But mix with alien earth be lit
[00:42.96]With frigid Boreal flame
[00:45.39]And not a sign remain in it
[00:46.97]
[00:47.55]To tell men whence you came
[ar:Ghizela Rowe]
[al:Winter - A Season In Verse]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]To Flowers From Italy By Thomas Hardy - Not Applicable/Gideon Wagner
[00:00.96]To Flowers From Italy in Winter by Thomas Hardy
[00:04.78]
[00:06.98]Sunned in the South
[00:08.77]And here today
[00:09.75]
[00:10.46]If all organic things
[00:12.19]Be sentient
[00:13.06]
[00:13.76]Flowers
[00:14.41]As some men say
[00:16.19]What are your ponderings
[00:17.85]
[00:18.72]How can you stay nor vanish quite
[00:21.64]From this bleak spot of thorn
[00:23.96]And birch and fir and frozen white
[00:26.87]Expanse of the forlorn
[00:28.42]
[00:29.62]Frail luckless exiles hither brought
[00:32.18]Your dust will not regain
[00:34.25]Old sunny haunts of Classic thought
[00:36.72]
[00:37.32]And you shall waste and wane
[00:39.28]
[00:39.96]But mix with alien earth be lit
[00:42.96]With frigid Boreal flame
[00:45.39]And not a sign remain in it
[00:46.97]
[00:47.55]To tell men whence you came
文本歌词
To Flowers From Italy By Thomas Hardy - Not Applicable/Gideon Wagner
To Flowers From Italy in Winter by Thomas Hardy
Sunned in the South
And here today
If all organic things
Be sentient
Flowers
As some men say
What are your ponderings
How can you stay nor vanish quite
From this bleak spot of thorn
And birch and fir and frozen white
Expanse of the forlorn
Frail luckless exiles hither brought
Your dust will not regain
Old sunny haunts of Classic thought
And you shall waste and wane
But mix with alien earth be lit
With frigid Boreal flame
And not a sign remain in it
To tell men whence you came
