制作
出演艺人
珍妮特 · 贝克
女中音
杰拉尔德 · 穆尔
钢琴
作曲和作词
拉尔夫・沃恩・威廉斯
作曲
William Barnes
作词
制作和工程
Ronald Kinloch Anderson
制作人
歌词
Within the woodlands, flow'ry gladed,
By the oak trees' mossy moot,
The shining grass blades, timber-shaded,
Now do quiver underfoot;
And birds do whistle overhead,
And water's bubbling in its bed,
And there, for me, the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.
When leaves, that lately were a-springing
Now do fade within the copse,
And painted birds do hush their singing
Up upon the timber tops;
And brown-leaved fruit's a-turning red,
In cloudless sunshine overhead,
With fruit for me, the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.
Let other folk make money faster
In the air of dark-roomed towns,
I don't dread a peevish master;
Though no man do heed my frowns,
I be free to go abroad,
Or take again my homeward road
To where, for me, the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.
Written by: Ralph Vaughan Williams, William Barnes
