没有炫耀的吉他,没有急促的鼓鸣,一切归于沉静,在清脆干净的吉他、不动声色的鼓点伴奏下,主唱Mike Scott用沧桑沙哑的嗓音从喉底,从心底吟唱着一种无奈,一种失意,一段段难以倾诉的故事。。近乎平和的淡淡的陈述,却轻易就敲碎了听者的心。风笛声伴着Scott隐约的沙哑和沧桑从那阔别已久的地方传来,渐起渐落,弥漫着无尽的悲伤,勾起了无数的思念和回忆,也唤醒了似曾相识的纯净和美好。它呼唤着漂泊的心灵,不断地寻找逃离孤独、逃离伤害、逃离痛苦、逃离污秽、逃离丑陋的地方。。。。。。那里有红色的树,绿色的河流,洁白的雪,温暖的土壤,还有安详的牛羊,那里是他们不断追寻的完美家园。。。。 Away, away, come away with me where the grass grows wild and the winds blow free Away, away, come away with me and I’ll build you a home in the meadow
Come, come, there’s a wondrous land for the hopeful heart and the willing hand Come, come, there’s a wondrous land where I’ll build you a home in the meadow
The stars, the stars, oh how bright they’ll shine on a world the lord himself designed The stars, the stars, oh how bright they’ll shine on the home we will build in the meadow
Come, come, there’s a wondrous land for the hopeful heart and the willing hand Come, come, there’s a wondrous land where I’ll build you a home in the meadow