[00:00.00] 作词 : Martenson, Traditional
[00:23.52]Still searching for my way,the right way to be
[00:33.70]still pondering what I've done
[00:39.67]I'm still thinking what I've said,still finding from within
[00:51.76]and all that I know is still not enough
[01:00.46]I'm being held by the one
[01:04.57]shadow tormenting my soul
[01:10.15]the curving neck of a swan
[01:14.21]the slow turning of a birds head
[01:19.26]So white its plumes and feathers
[01:23.69]its breast like the moon in water
[01:29.11]silent and tranquil it moves
[01:34.52]on the river in the calm
[02:04.97]I wander back on familiar roads
[02:09.36]I sense the marks I left on the hills
[02:13.98]I see the cuts and wounds of my deeds
[02:18.48]they make me muse on life
[02:43.72]Up the hill and the mountain
[02:47.59]I look back,I look down
[02:53.18]there flows the River of Death
[02:57.85]and here the wind in my hair

作词 : Martenson, Traditional
Still searching for my way,the right way to be
still pondering what I've done
I'm still thinking what I've said,still finding from within
and all that I know is still not enough
I'm being held by the one
shadow tormenting my soul
the curving neck of a swan
the slow turning of a birds head
So white its plumes and feathers
its breast like the moon in water
silent and tranquil it moves
on the river in the calm
I wander back on familiar roads
I sense the marks I left on the hills
I see the cuts and wounds of my deeds
they make me muse on life
Up the hill and the mountain
I look back,I look down
there flows the River of Death
and here the wind in my hair