[00:00.000] 作词 : Faun
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Faun
[00:21.188]On a fine evening fair in the month of April
[00:25.702]Over the hill came the sun with a smile,
[00:29.689]And the folks they were throngin\' the roads everywhere,
[00:34.202]Makin\' haste to be in at the Copshawholme Fair.
[00:38.188]I\'ve seen \'em a-comin\' from mountains and glens,
[00:42.704]Those rosy-faced lasses and strappin\' young men,
[00:46.953]With a joy in their heart and unburdened o\' care,
[00:51.469]A-meetin\' old friends at the Copshawholme Fair.
[00:54.923]
[00:55.720]Whoever joined our gathering
[00:59.704]and danced under the garlands green
[01:03.954]will never be the same again
[01:12.454]Now rest your head and stay a while
[01:16.970]and dwell with us the summer\'s night
[01:21.219]and you\'ll never be the same again
[02:03.984]
[02:04.251]There are lads for the lasses, there\'s toys for the bairns,
[02:08.233]Jugglers and tumblers and folks with no arms,
[02:12.485]There\'s a ballad-singer here and a fiddler there,
[02:17.001]Nut-men and spice-men at Copshawholme Fair.
[02:21.249]There are peddlers and potters and gingerbread stands,
[02:25.767]Peepshows and popping-darts and green caravans,
[02:29.953]There\'s fruit from all nations exhibited there,
[02:33.939]With kale plants from Orange at Copshawholme Fair.
[02:38.192]
[02:38.718]Whoever joined our gathering
[02:42.704]and danced under the garlands green
[02:46.955]will never be the same again
[02:55.453]Now rest your head and stay a while
[02:59.703]and dwell with us the summer\'s night
[03:03.953]and you\'ll never be the same again
[04:04.252]
[04:05.048]You came a long way, you traveled for so long.
[04:13.283]Now rest your head before the summer\'s gone,
[04:21.989]Meet us in the sunny fields and meet us in the greenwood deep
[04:25.709]And step in our faerie ring \'cause you\'ll never ever ever be the same again.
[05:29.992]
[05:29.992]When the hiring is over, off they all sprang
[05:34.505]Into the ballroom for to join in the throng,
[05:38.224]And \\\"I Never Will Lie With My Mammy Nae Mair\\\"
[05:43.003]The fiddles play briskly at Copshawholme Fair.