歌词
When a soaring skylark sings
in the sunlit summer morn,
I know that heaven is up on high,
and on earth are fields of corn.
Tu-ru-lu-re lu-re-lu-re tu-re-lu-re-li
Tu-ru-lu-re lu-re-lu-re tu-re-lu-re-li
But when a nightingale does sing
in the moonlit summer evening,
I know not if earth is merely earth,
only that heaven is heaven.
I know not if earth is merely earth,
only that heaven is heaven.
Tu-re lu-re-lu-re li
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