《Over Sir John’s Hill》歌词

歌曲： Over Sir John’s Hill

所属专辑：Poems On the Radio

歌手： Dylan Thomas

时长： 04:00

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Over Sir John's Hill - Dylan Thomas[00:00:00]

Over Sir John's hill[00:00:02]

The hawk on fire hangs still[00:00:04]

In a hoisted cloud at drop of dusk he pulls to his[00:00:08]

Claws[00:00:12]

And gallows up the rays of his eyes the small birds of[00:00:13]

The bay[00:00:17]

And the shrill child's play[00:00:18]

Wars[00:00:21]

Of the sparrows and such who swansing dusk in[00:00:22]

Wrangling hedges[00:00:27]

And blithely they squawk[00:00:29]

To fiery tyburn over the wrestle of elms until[00:00:31]

The flash the noosed hawk[00:00:35]

Crashes and slowly the fishing holy stalking heron[00:00:37]

In the river Towy below bows his tilted headstone[00:00:43]

Flash and the plumes crack[00:00:50]

And a black cap of jack[00:00:52]

Daws Sir John's just hill dons and again the gulled[00:00:54]

Birds hare[00:00:59]

To the hawk on fire the halter height over Towy's[00:01:01]

Fins[00:01:05]

In a whack of wind[00:01:06]

There[00:01:08]

Where the elegiac fisherbird stabs and paddles[00:01:09]

In the pebbly dab-filled[00:01:13]

Shallow and sedge and dilly dilly calls the loft[00:01:15]

Hawk[00:01:20]

Come and be killed[00:01:21]

I open the leaves of the water at a passage[00:01:23]

Of psalms and shadows among the pincered sandcrabs[00:01:26]

Prancing[00:01:31]

And read in a shell[00:01:33]

Death clear as a bouy's bell[00:01:36]

All praise of the hawk on fire in hawk-eyed dusk be[00:01:39]

Sung[00:01:43]

When his viperish fuse hangs looped with flames under[00:01:45]

The brand[00:01:48]

Wing and blest shall[00:01:48]

Young[00:01:51]

Green chickens of the bay and bushes cluck dilly[00:01:52]

Dilly[00:01:56]

Come let us die[00:01:58]

We grieve as the blithe birds never again leave[00:02:01]

Shingle and elm[00:02:05]

The heron and I[00:02:07]

I young Aesop fabling to the near night by the dingle[00:02:09]

Of eels saint heron hymning in the distant[00:02:14]

Crystal harbour vale[00:02:20]

Where the sea cobbles sail[00:02:22]

And wharves of water where the walls dance and the[00:02:25]

White cranes stilt[00:02:29]

It is the heron and I under judging Sir John's elmed[00:02:32]

Hill tell-tale the knelled[00:02:37]

Guilt[00:02:40]

Of the led-astray birds whom God for their breast of[00:02:41]

Whistles[00:02:44]

Have Mercy on[00:02:45]

God in his whirlwind silence save who marks the[00:02:47]

Sparrows hail[00:02:52]

For their souls' song[00:02:54]

Now the heron grieves in the weeded verge[00:02:57]

Through[00:03:00]

Windows[00:03:00]

Of dusk and water I see the tilting whispering[00:03:01]

Heron mirrored go[00:03:05]

As the snapt feathers snow[00:03:08]

Fishing in the tear of the Towy[00:03:11]

Only a hoot owl[00:03:14]

Hollows a grassblade blown in cupped hands in the[00:03:15]

Looted elms[00:03:20]

And no green cocks or hens[00:03:22]

Shout[00:03:25]

Now on Sir John's hill[00:03:26]

The heron ankling the scaly[00:03:29]

Lowlands of the waves[00:03:32]

Makes all the music and I who hear the tune of the[00:03:34]

Slow[00:03:39]

Wear-willow river grave[00:03:39]

Before the lunge of the night the notes on this time[00:03:43]

Shaken[00:03:48]

Stone for the sake of the souls of the slain birds[00:03:49]

Sailing[00:03:56]