Go and catch a falling star ,
Get with child a mandrake root ,
Tell me where all past years are ,
Or who cleft the devil’s foot ,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing ,
Or to keep off envy’s stinging ,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind .
If thou be’st born to strange sights ,
Things invisible to see ,
Ride ten thousand days and nights ,
Till age snow white hairs on thee ,
Thou , when thou return’st , wilt tell me ,
All strange wonders that befell thee ,
And swear
No where
Lives a woman true , and fair .
If thou find’st one , let me know ,
Such a pilgrimage were sweet ;
Yet do not , I would not go ,
Though at next door we might meet,
Though she were true , when you met her ,
And last , till you write your letter ,
Yet she
Will be
False , ere I come , to two , or three .
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:19.36]Go and catch a falling star ,
[00:24.91]Get with child a mandrake root ,
[00:29.66]Tell me where all past years are ,
[00:34.42]Or who cleft the devil’s foot ,
[00:39.27]Teach me to hear mermaids singing ,
[00:44.28]Or to keep off envy’s stinging ,
[00:49.18] And find
[00:51.82] What wind
[00:53.96]Serves to advance an honest mind .
[00:59.42]
[01:18.27]If thou be’st born to strange sights ,
[01:23.58]Things invisible to see ,
[01:28.47]Ride ten thousand days and nights ,
[01:33.42]Till age snow white hairs on thee ,
[01:38.13]Thou , when thou return’st , wilt tell me ,
[01:43.39]All strange wonders that befell thee ,
[01:47.98] And swear
[01:50.43] No where
[01:52.98]Lives a woman true , and fair .
[01:58.18]
[03:16.37]If thou find’st one , let me know ,
[03:21.21]Such a pilgrimage were sweet ;
[03:26.42]Yet do not , I would not go ,
[03:32.19]Though at next door we might meet,
[03:37.06]Though she were true , when you met her ,
[03:42.11]And last , till you write your letter ,
[03:46.79] Yet she
[03:49.38] Will be
[03:51.64]False , ere I come , to two , or three .
Go and catch a falling star ,
Get with child a mandrake root ,
Tell me where all past years are ,
Or who cleft the devil’s foot ,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing ,
Or to keep off envy’s stinging ,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind .
If thou be’st born to strange sights ,
Things invisible to see ,
Ride ten thousand days and nights ,
Till age snow white hairs on thee ,
Thou , when thou return’st , wilt tell me ,
All strange wonders that befell thee ,
And swear
No where
Lives a woman true , and fair .
If thou find’st one , let me know ,
Such a pilgrimage were sweet ;
Yet do not , I would not go ,
Though at next door we might meet,
Though she were true , when you met her ,
And last , till you write your letter ,
Yet she
Will be
False , ere I come , to two , or three .
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:19.36]Go and catch a falling star ,
[00:24.91]Get with child a mandrake root ,
[00:29.66]Tell me where all past years are ,
[00:34.42]Or who cleft the devil’s foot ,
[00:39.27]Teach me to hear mermaids singing ,
[00:44.28]Or to keep off envy’s stinging ,
[00:49.18] And find
[00:51.82] What wind
[00:53.96]Serves to advance an honest mind .
[00:59.42]
[01:18.27]If thou be’st born to strange sights ,
[01:23.58]Things invisible to see ,
[01:28.47]Ride ten thousand days and nights ,
[01:33.42]Till age snow white hairs on thee ,
[01:38.13]Thou , when thou return’st , wilt tell me ,
[01:43.39]All strange wonders that befell thee ,
[01:47.98] And swear
[01:50.43] No where
[01:52.98]Lives a woman true , and fair .
[01:58.18]
[03:16.37]If thou find’st one , let me know ,
[03:21.21]Such a pilgrimage were sweet ;
[03:26.42]Yet do not , I would not go ,
[03:32.19]Though at next door we might meet,
[03:37.06]Though she were true , when you met her ,
[03:42.11]And last , till you write your letter ,
[03:46.79] Yet she
[03:49.38] Will be
[03:51.64]False , ere I come , to two , or three .
No hay dia que pase
Que yo no me acuerde de ti
No hay labios que bese
Que no no me sepan a ti
Tu te quedaste para siempre aqui
En mi pensamiento
Tu m...
(Brooker / Fisher / Reid)
I'm sore in need of saving grace.
Be kind and humour me
And grief and laughter, strange but true
Although they die, they sel...
I WONDER by my troth , what thou and I
Did , till we loved ? Were we not wean’d till then ?
But suck’d on country pleasures , childishly ?
Or snorted ...
'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's,
Lucy's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks;
Send forth light squibs, no constant rays;
The world's ...
Image of her whom I love, more than she,
Whose fair impression in my faithful heart,
Makes me her medal, and makes her love me,
As kings do coins, to ...
Depredate,
This world has fallen,
Now scorched and barren
The rage of lunatics, shall lead us nevermore
The hand, long forgotten, shall feed the bless...