[ti:Stolen Child] [ar:Loreena McKennitt] [al:Troubadours On The Rhine] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Stolen Child - Loreena McKennitt (罗琳娜·麦肯尼特) [00:04.98]Lyrics by:Loreena McKennitt [00:09.96]Composed by:Loreena McKennitt [00:14.95]Where dips the rocky highland [00:18.57]Of sleuth wood in the lake [00:22.04]There lies a leafy Island [00:25.31]Where flapping herons wake [00:29.14]The drowsy water rats [00:32.20]There we've hid our faery vats [00:36.57]Full of berries [00:39.50]And of reddest stolen cherries [00:43.07]Come away o human child [00:46.87]To the waters and the wild [00:50.55]With a faery hand in hand [00:54.03]For the world's more full of weeping [00:57.94]Than you can understand [01:03.17]Where the wave of moonlight glosses [01:06.48]The dim grey sands with light [01:09.87]By far off furthest rosses [01:13.53]We foot it all the night [01:17.23]Weaving olden dances [01:20.74]Mingling hands and mingling glances [01:23.92]Till the moon has taken flight [01:27.80]To and fro we leap [01:31.06]And chase the frothy bubbles [01:34.18]Whilst the world is full of troubles [01:38.00]And is anxious in it's sleep [01:43.01]Come away o human child [01:46.62]To the waters and the wild [01:50.37]With a faery hand in hand [01:53.75]For the world's more full of weeping [01:57.52]Than you can understand [02:29.70]Where the wandering water gushes [02:32.55]From the hills above Glen car [02:36.07]In pools among the rushes [02:39.49]That scarce could bathe a star [02:42.89]We seek for slumbering trout [02:46.57]And whispering in their ears [02:50.60]Give them unquiet dreams [02:54.10]Leaning softly out [02:57.06]From ferns that drop their tears [03:01.13]Over the young streams [03:03.96]Come away o human child [03:07.71]To the waters and the wild [03:11.33]With a faery hand in hand [03:14.97]For the world's more full of weeping [03:18.83]Than you can understand [03:37.63]Away with us he's going [03:41.55]The solemn eyed [03:44.19]He'll hear no more the lowing [03:47.53]Of the calves on the warm hillside [03:50.92]Or the kettle on the hob [03:54.27]Sing peace into his breast [03:57.98]Or see the brown mice bob [04:01.31]Round and round the oatmeal chest [04:04.62]For he comes the human child [04:08.32]To the waters and the wild [04:11.97]With a faery hand in hand [04:15.64]For the world's more full of weeping [04:19.80]Than you can understand