Mike Oldfield《Incantations, Pt. 2》[MP3_LRC]

[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com  [00:07.24]Incantations (Part Two)-Mike Oldfield [11:40.45]By the shores of Gitche Gumee [11:45.08]By the shining big-Sea-Water [11:50.57]At the doorway of the wigwam [11:53.73]In the early summer morning [12:01.30]Hiawatha stood and waited [12:05.84]All the air was full of freshness [12:11.43]All the earth was bright and joyous [12:16.44]And before him, through the sunshine [12:21.78]Westward toward the neighboring forest [12:27.04]Passed in golden swarms the ahmo [12:32.13]Passed the bees, the honey-makers [12:37.41]Burning, singing in the sunshine [12:42.61]Bright above him shone the heavens [12:47.85]Level spread the lake before him [12:52.96]From its bosom leaped the sturgeon [12:58.24]Sparkling, flashing in the sunshine [13:03.62]On its margin the great forest [13:08.81]Stood reflected in the water [13:13.98]Every tree-top had its shadow [13:19.54]Motionless beneath the water [13:24.54]From the brow of Hiawatha [13:29.52]Gone was every trace of sorrow [13:34.75]As the fog from off the water [13:40.19]As the mist from off the meadow [13:45.26]With a smile of joy and gladness [13:50.52]With a look of exultation [13:55.82]As of one who in a vision [14:00.74]Sees what is to be, but is not [14:06.22]Stood and waited Hiawatha [14:11.32]Toward the sun his hands were lifted [14:16.75]Both the palms spread out toward it [14:22.07]And between the parted fingers [14:27.39]Fell the sunshine on his features [14:32.34]Flecked with light his naked shoulders [14:37.65]As it falls and flecks an oak-tree [14:42.97]Through the rifted leaves and branches [14:48.11]O'er the water floating, flying [14:53.06]Something in the hazy distance [14:58.28]Something in the mists of morning [15:03.76]Loomed and lifted from the water [15:08.64]Now seemed floating, now seemed flying [15:13.74]Coming nearer, nearer, nearer [15:19.16]Was it shingebis the diver? [15:24.43]Or the pelican, the shada? [15:29.59]Or the heron, the shuh-shuh-gah? [15:34.96]Or the white goose, waw-be-wana [15:40.12]With the water dripping, flashing [15:45.76]From its glossy neck and feathers? [15:50.77]It was neither goose nor diver [15:55.59]Neither pelican nor heron [16:01.05]O'er the water floating, flying [16:06.34]Through the shining mist of morning [16:11.33]But a birch canoe with paddles [16:16.50]Rising, sinking on the water [16:21.86]Dripping, flashing in the sunshine [16:27.02]And within it came a people [16:53.86]Can it be the sun descending [16:58.14]O'er the level plain of water? [17:03.46]Or the red swan floating, flying [17:08.89]Wounded by the magic arrow [17:14.14]Staining all the waves with crimson [17:19.16]With the crimson of its life-blood [17:24.66]Filling all the air with splendor [17:29.98]Filling all the air with plumage? [17:35.12]Yes; it is the sun descending [17:39.99]Sinking down into the water [17:45.29]All the sky is stained with purple [17:50.35]All the water flushed with crimson [17:55.71]No; it is the red swan floating [18:01.01]Diving down beneath the water [18:06.50]To the sky its wings are lifted [18:11.43]With its blood the waves are reddened [18:17.06]Over it the star of evening [18:21.97]Melts and trembles through the purple [18:27.05]Hangs suspended in the twilight [18:32.25]Walks in silence through the heavens