An Irish Airman Foresees His Death

歌词
Scott-Yeats
I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above
Those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love
My country is Kiltartan Cross, my countrymen Kiltartan's poor
No likely end could bring them loss or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, nor public men, nor cheering crowds
A lonely impulse of delight drove to this tumult in the clouds
I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath
A waste of breath the years behind in balance with this life, this death
A waste of breath the years behind in balance with this life, this death.
专辑信息
1.White Birds
2.The Faery's Last Song
3.Let the Earth Bear Witness
4.Politics
5.Sweet Dancer
6.Before the World Was Made
7.An Irish Airman Foresees His Death
8.Song of Wandering Aengus
9.A Full Moon in March
10.News for the Delphic Oracle
11.The Lake Isle of Innisfree
12.Mad As the Mist and Snow
13.The Hosting of the Shee
14.September 1913