[00:00.00] 作词 : Aleks Popov[00:01.00] 作曲 : Aleks Popov[00:32.30]The sun descending in the west,[00:34.68]The evening star does shine;[00:37.17]The birds are silent in their nest,[00:39.62]And I must seek for mine.[00:42.06]The moon, like a flower,[00:44.81]In heaven's high bower,[00:47.16]With silent delight[00:49.60]Sits and smiles on the night.[00:54.73]Farewell, green fields and happy groves,[00:57.03]Where flocks have took delight.[00:59.64]Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves[01:01.88]The feet of angels bright;[01:04.43]Unseen they pour blessing,[01:06.73]And joy without ceasing,[01:09.33]On each bud and blossom,[01:12.01]And each sleeping bosom.[01:16.10]They look in every thoughtless nest,[01:21.36]Where birds are covered warm;[01:25.60]They visit caves of every beast,[01:30.78]To keep them all from harm.[01:38.17]If they see any weeping[01:43.32]That should have been sleeping,[01:48.20]They pour sleep on their head,[01:53.09]And sit down by their bed.[02:01.63]When wolves and tigers howl for prey,[02:04.28]They pitying stand and weep;[02:06.73]Seeking to drive their thirst away,[02:09.17]And keep them from the sheep.[02:11.66]But if they rush dreadful,[02:13.96]The angels, most heedful,[02:16.71]Receive each mild spirit,[02:19.35]New worlds to inherit.[02:54.23]And there the lion's ruddy eyes[02:56.33]Shall flow with tears of gold,[02:58.87]And pitying the tender cries,[03:01.32]And walking round the fold,[03:03.82]Saying, 'Wrath, by His meekness,[03:06.40]And, by His health, sickness[03:09.05]Is driven away[03:11.35]From our immortal day.[03:16.44]'And now beside thee, bleating lamb,[03:18.94]I can lie down and sleep;[03:21.42]Or think on Him who bore thy name,[03:23.57]Graze after thee and weep.[03:26.17]For, washed in life's river,[03:28.81]My bright mane for ever[03:31.32]Shall shine like the gold[03:33.56]As I guard o'er the fold.'