[00:00.000] 作曲 : Howard Richards
[00:00.046] 作词 : Kahlil Gibran
[00:00.093]Song of the Flower
[00:00.718] Kahlil Gibran
[00:01.780]I am a kind word uttered and repeated
[00:13.444]By the voice of nature;
[00:24.096]I am a star fallen from the
[00:29.332]Blue tent upon the green carpet.
[00:39.421]I am the daughter of the elements
[00:48.734]With whom Winter conceived;
[00:53.856]To whom Spring gave birth; I was
[01:00.172]Reared in the lap of Summer and I
[01:10.928]Slept in the bed of Autumn.
[01:21.258]
[01:21.703]
[01:22.568]At dawn I unite with the breeze
[01:33.382]To announce the coming of light;
[01:41.074]At eventide I join the birds
[01:50.151]In bidding the light farewell.
[01:58.215]
[01:58.701]
[02:00.868]The plains are decorated with
[02:06.540]My beautiful colors, and the air
[02:15.422]Is scented with my fragrance.
[02:19.167]
[02:20.310]
[02:24.420]As I embrace Slumber the eyes of
[02:34.136]Night watch over me, and as I
[02:41.375]Awaken I stare at the Sun, which is
[02:47.893]The only eye of the day.
[02:52.137]
[02:53.094]
[02:56.289]I drink dew for wine, and harken to
[03:02.675]The voices of the birds, and dance
[03:07.489]To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.
[03:12.675]
[03:13.394]
[03:19.962]I am the lover’s gift; I am the wedding wreath;
[03:28.125]I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
[03:38.326]I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
[03:45.204]I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.
[03:53.709]
[03:53.988]
[03:54.074]But I look up high to see only the light,
[04:00.090]And never look down to see my shadow.
[04:07.574]This is wisdom which man must learn.

作曲 : Howard Richards
作词 : Kahlil Gibran
Song of the Flower
Kahlil Gibran
I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
Reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn.

At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.

The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.

As I embrace Slumber the eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the Sun, which is
The only eye of the day.

I drink dew for wine, and harken to
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.

I am the lover’s gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

But I look up high to see only the light,
And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.