歌詞
White-rose perfume go
With thee on thy way – away
Lightly as autumn leaves About thy solemn pall – away
Naught is more sweet Than gently to let dream The pallid flower of life
“I am half-sick of shadows”
Said the Lady of Shalott
Said the Lady of Shalott
Odour of musk and roses Make sweet thy crimson lips – again
Whereon my soul hath gone To deep eclipse – again
Naught is more sweet Than gently to let dream The pallid flower of life
“I am half-sick of shadows”
Said the Lady of Shalott
Said the Lady of Shalott
Written by: Symphonia
