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作词 : Tennyson/Ian King
作曲 : Tennyson/Ian King
She weaves through all the night and day
A magic web with colours gay
A curse is on her and so they say
If she look down to Camelot
She knows not what the curse may be
And so she weaveth steadily
And little other care hath she
The Lady of Shalott
she lives inside the four gray towers
which overlook a space of flowers
the island was her rare imbowers
And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year
She sees the world in highway near
Wind down this way to Camelot
And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The knights come riding two by two
She hath no loyal knight and true
The Lady of Shalott
And when the moon was overhead
Came two young lovers lately wed
'I am half sick of shadows,' said
The Lady of Shalott
Then from the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror
'Tirra lirra,' by the river
Sang the brave Sir Lancelot.
she lives inside the four gray towers
which overlook a space of flowers,
the island was her rare imbowers.
She left the web, she left the loom,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She looked down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
and the mirror cracked from side to side;
'The curse is come upon me!' cried,
The Lady of Shalott.
And down she came the close of the day，
She loosed the boat，and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
And ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.
歌词贡献者：YiAn. Esther, Jenn Kuin N.