[00:00.000] 作词 : William Barnes[00:01.000] 作曲 : Ralph Vaughan Williams[00:08.468]Within the woodlands, flow’ry gladed,[00:13.490]By the oak trees’ mossy moot,[00:18.255]The shining grass blades, timber shaded,[00:23.267]Now do quiver underfoot;[00:28.034]And birds do whistle overhead,[00:33.301]And water’s bubbling in its bed;[00:38.997]And there for me, the apple tree[00:43.261]Do lean down low in Linden Lea.[00:51.533]✿[00:58.549]When leaves, that lately were a-springing,[01:04.072]Now do fade within the copse,[01:08.844]And painted birds do hush their singing,[01:14.559]Up upon the timber tops;[01:18.823]And brown leaved fruit’s a-turning red,[01:24.597]In cloudless sunshine overhead,[01:30.365]With fruit for me, the apple tree[01:34.629]Do lean down low in Linden Lea.[01:43.904]☁︎[01:50.683]Let other folk make money faster[01:55.698]In the air of dark-room’d towns;[02:00.966]I don’t dread a peevish master,[02:05.487]Though no man may heed my frowns.[02:10.501]I be free to go abroad,[02:15.777]Or take again my homeward road[02:22.300]To where, for me, the apple tree[02:27.066]Do lean down low in Linden Lea.[02:38.066]Charʕ•ᴥ•ʔ