时间：2011-01-01
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Say Who Is This - The Purcell Singers/English Chamber Orchestra/Imogen Holst
Written by：Gustav Holst
Say who is this with silvered hair
So pale and worn and thin
Who passeth here and passeth there
And looketh out and in
That useth not our garb nor tongue
And knoweth things untold
Who teacheth pleasure to the young
And wisdom to the old
No toil he maketh his by day
No home his own by night
But wheresoe'er he take his way
He killeth our delight
Since he is come there's nothing wise
Nor fair in man or child
Unless his deep divining eyes
Have looked on it and smiled
Whence came he hither all alone
Among our folk to spy
There's nought that we can call our own
Till he shall hap to die
And I would dig his grave full deep
Beneath the churchyard yew
Lest thence his wizard eyes might peep
To mark the things we do
