[00:00.000] 作词 : Richard Dawson
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Richard Dawson
[00:24.983]In the kingdom of Bryneich
[00:30.503]Verging on a muddy crook of Coquet
[00:36.024]A dice of houses cast with clay and sheepdung
[00:44.556]Through a soup of starlit peatsmoke
[00:49.324]Gradually emerges as we descend
[01:02.398]"Bring the goose my child!"
[01:05.578]I carve a notch into the squirming post
[01:11.096]It smells like a smithy
[01:15.613]"Hurry now and drink the bowl before it congeals"
[01:27.158]There comes frightful news from town
[01:31.674]Of great evil abound
[01:35.940]The heartbroken potter's idiot boy was snatched from the speltfield
[01:45.226]Scouring a fortnight in the hills
[01:49.492]All they found, pointing from a sett, a small grey hand
[02:02.290]"Tie the goats to my cot
[02:05.552]With tansy rags their faces cover
[02:10.320]Push straws into the windows
[02:15.842]Damp the coals, and bar the door with hornbeam limb"
[02:37.411]Blinding colours leap
[02:46.193]Along bemirrored tower walls
[02:55.474]Stretching as far as the eye can see
[03:23.072]I am woke in icy beads
[03:28.090]By a clamour coming from the broadbeans
[03:33.359]The snapping of stems and a foul-smelling bloom
[03:42.394]Paralysed I watch my child's breath
[03:46.910]Glide like a jellyfish across the black morning
[03:59.960]When the sun is climbing
[04:03.975]We'll find the harrow smothered in slime
[04:08.240]When the sun is climbing
[04:12.255]We'll put it in the dog's noses
[04:16.519]When the sun is climbing
[04:20.534]We'll break upon the heath
[04:24.805]When the sun is climbing
[04:29.322]We'll dash across the Ringing Meadow
[04:33.338]When the sun is climbing
[04:37.352]We'll weather a storm of living needles
[04:41.367]When the sun is climbing
[04:45.131]We'll tarry by the Pool of Plenty
[04:49.647]When the sun is climbing
[04:53.661]We'll hurry down the Valley of Eagles
[04:57.926]When the sun is climbing
[05:01.438]We'll hear the distance of the North Sea
[05:06.206]When the sun is dying
[05:09.970]We'll cross the Causeway of No Memory
[05:14.488]When the sun is dying
[05:17.750]Our trees will billow into dunes
[05:23.019]When the sun is dying
[05:26.030]We'll wade around the shoreline
[05:30.546]When the sun is dying
[05:34.564]The algae as a nap of fire
[05:38.831]When the sun is dying
[05:42.846]Below the surface of the water
[05:47.112]When the sun is dying
[05:50.875]In the face of the cliff a ghastly doorway
[05:55.391]When the sun is dying
[05:58.903]We'll pitch a tent of pigskin on the beach
[06:03.673]When the sun is dying
[06:07.186]The ebbing tide will soon reveal its secrets

作词 : Richard Dawson
作曲 : Richard Dawson
In the kingdom of Bryneich
Verging on a muddy crook of Coquet
A dice of houses cast with clay and sheepdung
Through a soup of starlit peatsmoke
Gradually emerges as we descend
"Bring the goose my child!"
I carve a notch into the squirming post
It smells like a smithy
"Hurry now and drink the bowl before it congeals"
There comes frightful news from town
Of great evil abound
The heartbroken potter's idiot boy was snatched from the speltfield
Scouring a fortnight in the hills
All they found, pointing from a sett, a small grey hand
"Tie the goats to my cot
With tansy rags their faces cover
Push straws into the windows
Damp the coals, and bar the door with hornbeam limb"
Blinding colours leap
Along bemirrored tower walls
Stretching as far as the eye can see
I am woke in icy beads
By a clamour coming from the broadbeans
The snapping of stems and a foul-smelling bloom
Paralysed I watch my child's breath
Glide like a jellyfish across the black morning
When the sun is climbing
We'll find the harrow smothered in slime
When the sun is climbing
We'll put it in the dog's noses
When the sun is climbing
We'll break upon the heath
When the sun is climbing
We'll dash across the Ringing Meadow
When the sun is climbing
We'll weather a storm of living needles
When the sun is climbing
We'll tarry by the Pool of Plenty
When the sun is climbing
We'll hurry down the Valley of Eagles
When the sun is climbing
We'll hear the distance of the North Sea
When the sun is dying
We'll cross the Causeway of No Memory
When the sun is dying
Our trees will billow into dunes
When the sun is dying
We'll wade around the shoreline
When the sun is dying
The algae as a nap of fire
When the sun is dying
Below the surface of the water
When the sun is dying
In the face of the cliff a ghastly doorway
When the sun is dying
We'll pitch a tent of pigskin on the beach
When the sun is dying
The ebbing tide will soon reveal its secrets