歌词
The Swallow - Seven
High above the city
gleaming in the golden sun
In a faraway town
Stood the Happy Prince
gilded over with a thousand leaves of gold
And eyes that glowed
Why do you cry said the swallow
Tell me prince what do you see
that make you bleed
Far far away theres a tired
old seamstress with a child in hand
Too weak to stand
Wont you fly swallow fly
Take these ruby eyes
Home home home to the children
fore it is wi nters night
And faraway from the city
a poor little match-girl cries
For her flame has died
So dear little swallow wont
you be my messenger one last time
And bring her light
Wont you fly swallow fly
Take the golden coat of mine
Home home home to the children
fore it is winters night
Wont you fly swallow flyTake the golden coat of mineHome home home to the children fore it is winters night May I kiss you one last time dear prince
My time has come
May tomorrows sun see us dance once again
But for now farewellmy love farewell
And I will fly I will fly
with your golden heart Ill fly
Home home home to the garden
Home to the makers light
I will fly I will fly
with your golden heart Ill fly
Home home home to the garden
Home to the makers light
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