Sweet Afton歌词

作词 : Robert Burns
作曲 : Chris Thile
Flow gently, sweet Afton,
among thy green braes
Flow gently,
I'll sing thee a song in thy praise

My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream

Flow gently, sweet Afton,
disturb not her dream

Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen

Ye wild whistly blackbirds in yon thorny den

Thou green crested lapwing,
thy screaming forbear
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair
Oh, how lofty, sweet Afton,
thy neighboring hills
Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills

There daily I wander as noon rises high, oooh

My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye

How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below

Where, wild in the woodlands,
the primroses blow

There oft, as mild evening sweeps over the lea

The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me

Thy crystal stream, Afton,
how lovely it glides

And winds by the cot where my Mary resides

How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave

As, gathering sweet flowerets,
she stems thy clear wave

Flow gently, sweet Afton,
among thy green braes
Flow gently, sweet river,
the theme of my lays
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream

So flow gently, sweet Afton,
disturb not her dreams