:Of The Wand And The Moon: — A Dirge songtekst en vertaling
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Songteksten
Me seemes I see the high and stately mountaines
Transform themselves to lowe dejected vallies:
Me seemes I heare in these ill changed forrests
The nightingales doo learne of owles their musique:
Me seemes I feele the comfort of the morning
Turnde to the mortall serene of an evening
Me seemes I see a filthie clowdie evening
As soon as sunne begins to clime the mountaines:
Me seemes I feele a noysome sent, the morning
When I doo smell the flowers of these vallies:
Me seemes i heare, when I doo heare sweet musique
The dreadfull cries of murdered men in forrests
Songtekstvertaling
Me seems I see the high and stately Mountains
Transformeer zichzelf tot lowe neerslachtige valies.:
Me seems I heare in this ill changed forrestes
De nightingales doo learne van owles hun musique:
Me seems I feele the comfort of the morning
Draai naar de mortall serene van een avond
Me seems I see a filthie clowdie evening
Zodra sunne de bergen begint te beklimmen.:
Me seems I feele a noysome send, the morning
Als ik doo ruik de bloemen van deze vallies:
Me seems i heare, when I doo heare sweet musique
De dreadfull kreten van vermoorde mannen in Forrest