The Nearer The Fountain, More Pure The Stream Flows
 作词 : John Clare
 作曲 : A. De Ridder/D. Albarn/S. Tong
You are gone the dark journey
That leaves no returning
It’s fruitless for me to mourn you
But who can help mourning
To think of life
That did laugh on your face
In the beautiful past
Left so desolate now?
When youth seemed immortal,
So sweet did it weave
Heaven's halo around you
Earth's hopes to deceive
You are the fairest and dearest
Where many were fair
To my heart you are nearest
The year has its winter
As well as its May
the sweetest leave us
And the fairest decay
The nearer the fountain
More pure the stream flows
To think of life
That did laugh on your face
In the beautiful past
Left so desolate now?
When youth seemed immortal,
So sweet did it weave
Heaven's halo around you
Around you
Earth's hopes to deceive
Around you
The nearer the fountain
More pure the stream flows