[00:00.000] 作曲 : Katell Keineg[00:29.883]If you could fill a vale with shells from Killiney's shore[00:46.774]And sweet talk in a tongue that is no more[01:00.518]If wishful thoughts could bridge the Gulf of Araby[01:11.352]Between what is, what is, what is[01:23.515]And what can never be[01:55.036]If you could hold the frozen flow of New Hope Creek[02:10.851]And hide out from the one they said you might meet[02:23.641]If you could unlearn all the words[02:30.516]That you never wanted heard[02:36.538]If you could stall the southern wind[02:42.859]That's whistling in your ears[02:47.105]You could take what is, what is, what is[02:58.589]To what can never be[03:03.390]One man of seventy whispers "free at last"[03:09.309]Two neighbors who are proud of their massacres[03:15.631]Three tyrants torn away in a winter's month[03:21.600]Four prisoners framed by a dirty judge[03:27.626]Five burned with tyres[03:29.806]Six men still inside[03:32.494]And seven more days to shake at the great divide[03:43.078]The Gulf of Araby[04:06.844]Well, we would plough and part the earth to bring you home[04:23.318]We would harvest every miracle ever known[04:36.343]If they laid out all the things[04:43.018]That these ten years want to bring[04:49.322]We would gladly give them up[04:55.717]To bring you back to us[04:59.554]Oh, there is nothing we would not give[05:07.659]To kiss you and believe we could take what is, what is, what is[05:23.699]To what can never be[05:28.442]One man of seventy whispers "not free yet"[05:34.492]Two neighbors who make up knee-deep in their dead[05:40.693]Three tyrants grab the reins in the summer's heat[05:46.694]Four prisoners lost in the fallacy[05:52.789]Five, on my life[05:55.283]And six, I'm dead inside[05:57.904]And seven more days to shake at the great divide[06:09.099]The Gulf of Araby[06:21.811]The Gulf of Araby[06:35.525]The Gulf of Araby