[00:00.000] 作词 : 王哲Raylene
[00:01.000] 作曲 : 王哲Raylene
[00:03.174]When I do count the clock that tells the time,
[00:06.937]And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
[00:10.951]When I behold the violet past prime,
[00:14.965]And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white:
[00:18.976]When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
[00:23.246]Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
[00:27.262]And summer's green, all girded up in sheaves;
[00:35.291]When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
[00:39.311]Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
[00:43.074]And summer's green, all girded up in sheaves;
[00:51.855]Born on the bier with white and bristly beard;
[00:55.617]Then of thy beauty do I question make,
[00:59.882]That thou among the wastes of time must go,
[01:07.408]Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake,
[01:15.184]And die as fast as they see others grow;
[01:23.966]Born on the bier with white and bristly beard;
[01:27.980]Then of thy beauty do I question make,
[01:31.742]That thou among the wastes of time must go,
[01:39.270]Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake,
[01:47.299]And die as fast as they see others grow;
[02:01.852]When I do count the clock that tells the time,
[02:05.619]And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
[02:09.742]When I behold the violet past prime,
[02:13.506]And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white.

作词 : 王哲Raylene
作曲 : 王哲Raylene
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white:
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green, all girded up in sheaves;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green, all girded up in sheaves;
Born on the bier with white and bristly beard;
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake,
And die as fast as they see others grow;
Born on the bier with white and bristly beard;
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake,
And die as fast as they see others grow;
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white.