Loreena Mckennitt - The Lady Of Shalott

Visit》被称为Loreena Mckennitt三 张最为著名的专辑之一，具有较高的艺术欣赏价值。这张于1991 年录制的唱片销售了数千万张，在全世界取得了成功，重塑了Loreena早期的创新精神和当今见解所具有的影响，是Loreena的又一张古诗歌与音乐的 专辑。Loreena最满意的创作作品——”The Lady of Shalott”中采用了英国维克多利亚时期诗坛代表人物 Lord Alfred Tennyson的代表作”The Lady Of Shalott”为歌词，由Loreena 为其谱曲，是一首无论如何不可以错过的，艺术性及欣赏性极高的好歌。诗人所要描述的意境是其赞同相对程度的孤立,以及孤立所带来的代价：战争，疾病与死亡 。而歌曲则是描写骑士、诅咒，以及将自己困在城堡中的Shalott。Loreena 遥远坚定深邃的声音，已经是最好的诠释。

英文歌词：
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro＇ the field the road run by
To many-towered Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes and dusk and shiver
Thro＇ the wave that runs forever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent island imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly
Flowing down to tower＇d Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers ＂＇tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott.＂

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay,
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror＇s magic sights,
For often thro＇ the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and with lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the Moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
＂I am half sick of shadows,＂ she said
The Lady Of Shalott.

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro＇ the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel＇d
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow＇d;
On burnish＇d hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow＇d
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
＂Tirra Lirra,＂ by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces taro＇ the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She looked down to Camelot.