文本歌词

20 Irish Songs, WoO 153 - No.20 Thy ship must sail, my Henry dear (W. Smyth) - Felicity Lott/Marieke Blankestijn/Ursula Smith/Malcolm Martineau
Composed by：Ludwig van Beethoven
Thy ship must sail my henry dear
Fast comes the day too soon too sure
And I for one long tedious year
Must learn thy absence to endure
Come let me by my pencil's aid
Arrest thy image ere it flies
And like the fond corinthian maid
Thus win from art what fate denies
And I will hang with fondness warm
O'er all that there I pictur'd see
To others but a mimic form
But oh my life my love to me
Or let me sing the song so dear
The song that told thy bosom's fire
When first our favorite willows near
I bade thee wake thy ready lyre
Yes o'er and o'er I'll sing and play
The song beneath those willow trees
When thou alas art far away
And nought but thoughts of thee can please
Dear sister arts of power divine
To soothe the heart when cheerless found
And near with moonlight gleam to shine
When all the world is darkness round