[00:00.000] 作词 : Gordon Lightfoot
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Gordon Lightfoot
[00:10.833]Through the woodland, through the valley
[00:13.529]Comes a horseman wild and free
[00:15.942]Tilting at the windmills passing
[00:18.331]Who can the brave young horseman be?
[00:20.749]He is wild but he is mellow
[00:23.158]He is strong but he is weak
[00:25.715]He is cruel but he is gentle
[00:28.134]He is wise but he is meek
[00:33.239]Reaching for his saddlebag
[00:35.439]He takes a battered book into his hand
[00:40.451]Standing like a prophet bold
[00:42.697]He shouts across the ocean to the shore
[00:46.607]Till he can shout no more
[00:50.603]I have come o'er moor and mountain
[00:53.084]Like the hawk upon the wing
[00:55.527]I was once a shining knight
[00:57.883]Who was the guardian of a king
[01:00.616]I have searched the whole world over
[01:03.343]Looking for a place to sleep
[01:05.499]I have seen the strong survive
[01:07.767]And I have seen the lean grown weak
[01:15.589]See the children of the earth
[01:17.723]Who wake to find the table bare
[01:20.594]See the gentry in the country
[01:23.017]Riding off to take the air
[01:28.089]Reaching for his saddlebag
[01:30.227]He takes a rusty sword into his hand
[01:35.127]Then striking up a knightly pose
[01:37.515]He shouts across the ocean to the shore
[01:41.906]Till he can shout no more
[01:45.554]See the jailor with his key
[01:47.601]Who locks away all trace of sin
[01:50.386]See the judge upon the bench
[01:52.480]Who tries the case as best he can
[01:55.308]See the wise and wicked ones
[01:57.428]Who feed upon life's sacred fire
[02:00.259]See the soldier with his gun
[02:02.421]Who must be dead to be admired
[02:10.162]See the man who tips the needle
[02:12.731]See the man who buys and sells
[02:15.161]See the man who puts the collar
[02:17.696]On the ones who dare not tell
[02:20.212]See the drunkard in the tavern
[02:23.032]Stemming gold to make ends meet
[02:25.102]See the youth in ghetto black
[02:27.367]Condemned to life upon the street
[02:32.663]Reaching for his saddlebag
[02:34.843]He takes a tarnished cross into his hand
[02:39.728]Then standing like a preacher now
[02:42.066]He shouts across the ocean to the shore
[02:47.067]Then in a blaze of tangled hooves
[02:49.542]He gallops off across the dusty plain
[02:53.616]In vain to search again
[02:56.242]Where no one will hear
[03:03.637]Through the woodland, through the valley
[03:06.264]Comes a horseman wild and free
[03:08.841]Tilting at the windmills passing
[03:11.305]Who can the brave young horseman be?
[03:14.102]He is wild but he is mellow
[03:16.329]He is strong but he is weak
[03:18.806]He is cruel but he is gentle
[03:21.333]He is wise but he is meek

作词 : Gordon Lightfoot
作曲 : Gordon Lightfoot
Through the woodland, through the valley
Comes a horseman wild and free
Tilting at the windmills passing
Who can the brave young horseman be?
He is wild but he is mellow
He is strong but he is weak
He is cruel but he is gentle
He is wise but he is meek
Reaching for his saddlebag
He takes a battered book into his hand
Standing like a prophet bold
He shouts across the ocean to the shore
Till he can shout no more
I have come o'er moor and mountain
Like the hawk upon the wing
I was once a shining knight
Who was the guardian of a king
I have searched the whole world over
Looking for a place to sleep
I have seen the strong survive
And I have seen the lean grown weak
See the children of the earth
Who wake to find the table bare
See the gentry in the country
Riding off to take the air
Reaching for his saddlebag
He takes a rusty sword into his hand
Then striking up a knightly pose
He shouts across the ocean to the shore
Till he can shout no more
See the jailor with his key
Who locks away all trace of sin
See the judge upon the bench
Who tries the case as best he can
See the wise and wicked ones
Who feed upon life's sacred fire
See the soldier with his gun
Who must be dead to be admired
See the man who tips the needle
See the man who buys and sells
See the man who puts the collar
On the ones who dare not tell
See the drunkard in the tavern
Stemming gold to make ends meet
See the youth in ghetto black
Condemned to life upon the street
Reaching for his saddlebag
He takes a tarnished cross into his hand
Then standing like a preacher now
He shouts across the ocean to the shore
Then in a blaze of tangled hooves
He gallops off across the dusty plain
In vain to search again
Where no one will hear
Through the woodland, through the valley
Comes a horseman wild and free
Tilting at the windmills passing
Who can the brave young horseman be?
He is wild but he is mellow
He is strong but he is weak
He is cruel but he is gentle
He is wise but he is meek