Song About Songs 歌词

It'll burn you at the start, as if to breezes you were bare Then drop deep into your heart like a single salty tear And the heart full of spite will come to know regret And their sorrow, although light, it will not forget Others will reap, I'll only sow When the triumphant scythers lay the grain low Bless them, o lord Bless them, o lord And so that I may lift my eyes in thanks to you above Let me give the world a gift more incorruptible than love Let me give the world a gift more incorruptible than love Others will reap, I'll only sow When the triumphant scythers lay the grain low Bless them, o lord Bless them, o lord Bless them, o lord Bless them, o lord