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  • 作词 : Henry W. Longfellow
    作曲 : Azam Ali
    There is a reaper, whose name is Death
    And, with his sickle keen
    He reaps the bearded grain at a breath
    And the flowers that grow between (2x)
    "Shall I have naught that is fair?", saith he
    "Have naught but the bearded grain?
    Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me
    I will give them all back again."
    He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes
    He kissed their drooping leaves;
    It was for the lord of paradise
    He bound them in his sheaves
    "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay",
    The Reaper said and smiled;
    "Dear tokens of the earth are they
    Where he was once a child
    They shall all bloom in fields of light
    Transplanted by my care
    And saints, upon their garments white,
    These sacred blossoms wear."
    And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
    The flowers she most did love
    She knew she would find them all again
    In the fields of light above
    Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath
    The Reaper came that day
    'twas an angel visited the green earth
    And took the flowers away
    'twas an angel visited the green earth
    And took the flowers away...
  • 作词 : Henry W. Longfellow
    作曲 : Azam Ali
    There is a reaper, whose name is Death
    And, with his sickle keen
    He reaps the bearded grain at a breath
    And the flowers that grow between (2x)
    "Shall I have naught that is fair?", saith he
    "Have naught but the bearded grain?
    Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me
    I will give them all back again."
    He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes
    He kissed their drooping leaves;
    It was for the lord of paradise
    He bound them in his sheaves
    "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay",
    The Reaper said and smiled;
    "Dear tokens of the earth are they
    Where he was once a child
    They shall all bloom in fields of light
    Transplanted by my care
    And saints, upon their garments white,
    These sacred blossoms wear."
    And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
    The flowers she most did love
    She knew she would find them all again
    In the fields of light above
    Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath
    The Reaper came that day
    'twas an angel visited the green earth
    And took the flowers away
    'twas an angel visited the green earth
    And took the flowers away...