[00:00.00] 作词 : Joni Mitchell
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Joni Mitchell
[00:00.00](Based on a poem by W.B. Yeats)
[00:41.88]Turning and turning
[00:47.34]Within the widening gyre
[00:51.54]The falcon cannot hear the falconer
[00:58.74]Things fall apart
[01:04.14]The center cannot hold
[01:08.01]And a blood dimmed tide
[01:10.95]Is loosed upon the world
[01:18.21]Nothing is sacred
[01:23.64]The ceremony sinks
[01:28.02]Innocence is drowned
[01:31.32]In anarchy
[01:34.68]The best lack conviction
[01:40.50]Given some time to think
[01:44.22]And the worst are full of passion
[01:47.04]Without mercy
[01:54.39]Surely some revelation is at hand
[02:00.00]Surely it's the second coming
[02:01.89]And the wrath has finally taken form
[02:05.52]For what is this rough beast
[02:08.28]Its hour come at last
[02:13.83]Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
[02:19.50]Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
[02:48.18]Hoping and hoping
[02:52.98]As if by my weak faith
[02:57.12]The spirit of this world
[03:00.63]Would heal and rise
[03:04.20]Vast are the shadows
[03:09.63]That straddle and strafe
[03:13.65]And struggle in the darkness
[03:17.04]Troubling my eyes
[03:23.67]Shaped like a lion
[03:29.28]It has the head of a man
[03:33.09]With a gaze as blank
[03:36.06]And pitiless as the sun
[03:40.14]And it's moving its slow thighs
[03:46.02]Across the desert sands
[03:49.83]Through dark indignant
[03:53.79]Reeling falcons
[03:59.94]Surely some revelation is at hand
[04:05.49]Surely it's the second coming
[04:07.47]And the wrath has finally taken form
[04:10.98]For what is this rough beast
[04:13.86]Its hour come at last
[04:19.44]Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
[04:25.05]Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
[04:53.40]Raging and raging
[04:58.53]It rises from the deep
[05:02.85]Opening its eyes
[05:05.94]After twenty centuries
[05:09.66]Vexed to a nightmare
[05:15.33]Out of a stony sleep
[05:19.08]By a rocking cradle
[05:21.72]By the Sea of Galilee
[05:29.22]Surely some revelation is at hand
[05:34.83]Surely it's the second coming
[05:36.78]And the wrath has finally taken form
[05:40.32]For what is this rough beast
[05:43.08]Its hour come at last
[05:48.75]Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
[05:54.33]Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born

作词 : Joni Mitchell
作曲 : Joni Mitchell
(Based on a poem by W.B. Yeats)
Turning and turning
Within the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer
Things fall apart
The center cannot hold
And a blood dimmed tide
Is loosed upon the world
Nothing is sacred
The ceremony sinks
Innocence is drowned
In anarchy
The best lack conviction
Given some time to think
And the worst are full of passion
Without mercy
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it's the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Hoping and hoping
As if by my weak faith
The spirit of this world
Would heal and rise
Vast are the shadows
That straddle and strafe
And struggle in the darkness
Troubling my eyes
Shaped like a lion
It has the head of a man
With a gaze as blank
And pitiless as the sun
And it's moving its slow thighs
Across the desert sands
Through dark indignant
Reeling falcons
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it's the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Raging and raging
It rises from the deep
Opening its eyes
After twenty centuries
Vexed to a nightmare
Out of a stony sleep
By a rocking cradle
By the Sea of Galilee
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it's the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born