LRC歌词下载
[00:00.00][00:21.90]To a city fair rode I,[00:26.01]In squadrons passed me by.[00:26.58]The bravest fell, and the requiem bell[00:27.39]Rang mournfully and clear[00:28.02]And back through the glen I rode again[00:28.80]And I kneel and pray for you[00:29.52]As down the glen one Easter morn[00:30.21]There armed lines of marching men[00:40.26]No pipe did hum, no battle drum[00:46.29]Did sound its loud tattoo[00:52.17]But the Angelus' bells o'er the Liffey swells[00:58.17]Rang out in the foggy dew.[01:03.99]Right proudly high in Dublin town[01:10.83]Hung they out a flag of war.[01:15.87]'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky[01:21.93]Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.[01:27.75]And from the plains of Royal Meath[01:33.54]Strong men came hurrying through;[01:39.36]While Brittania's Huns with their long-range guns[01:45.18]Sailed in through the foggy dew.[02:46.50]For those who died that Easter-tide[02:52.50]In the springing of the year.[02:57.12]While the world did gaze with deep amaze[03:03.00]At those fearless men but few[03:08.16]Who bore the fight that freedom's light[03:13.47]Might shine through the foggy dew.[03:15.99]And my heart with grief was sore[03:16.65]For I parted then with valiant men[03:17.43]Whom I never shall see more[03:17.94]But to and fro in my dreams I go[03:18.63]To for slavery fled oh, glorious dead[03:23.07]When you fell in the foggy dew
