歌词
There will come soft rain
by Sara Teasdale
There will come soft rains, and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white.
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war,
Not one will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
专辑信息
3.February
5.April
8.May
10.Moonlight
11.Alone
14.Summer Storm
15.Stars
17.Tides
19.Evening
21.Peace
23.On the Dunes
24.Pain
26.Gray Fog
27.The River
29.The Net
30.Sea Longing
31.Sleepless
37.Compensation
39.Testament
40.White Fog
42.The Years
43.The Lamp
44.Winter Dusk
46.After Death
48.Winter Sun
50.The Wind
52.Barter
55.Lessons
56.Faults
57.A Cry
58.Riches
60.Change
61.Buried Love
62.Faces
63.Gray Eyes
65.The Ghost
66.Dew
69.May Night
70.The Kiss
71.Spring Rain
73.At Midnight