Lyrics# LeisureTime - 读书听歌看电影
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lyrics by Alec Wilder
“Did you go to the school by the river?
Did you spend all your young days there?
Did you ever cross over to Sneden’s
With the setting sun blessing your hair?
Did you ever cross over to Sneden’s
Where the white houses cling to the hill?
Did you ever cross over to Sneden’s?
Do you think that you ever will?
All the wide-branching elms then were saplings,
And the soft rolling land did sleep;
And the silent stream flowed in contentment,
And it seemed a man never could weep.
Did you ever cross over to Sneden’s
Where the white houses cling to the hill?
Didyou ever cross over to Sneden’s?
Do you think that you ever will?
Is the past like a dream in remembrance?
Can you see now the frock you wore
On the day that you started for Sneden’s
From the strangely still, faraway shore?
Long I waited that day by the river;
Long I waited, my heart beat fast;
Long I’d planned what I’d say when you landed,
And I waited till daylight, daylight had passed.
I am still living over at Sneden’s,
And I still walk along the shore;
And I gaze at the elms across the river,
And I know that I’ll see you no more.
Did you ever cross over to Sneden’s
Where the white houses cling to the hill?
Did you ever cross over to Sneden’s?
Do you think that you ever will?”
“Did you go to the school by the river?
Did you spend all your young days there?
Did you ever cross over to Sneden’s
With the setting sun blessing your hair?
Did you ever cross over to Sneden’s
Where the white houses cling to the hill?
Did you ever cross over to Sneden’s?
Do you think that you ever will?
All the wide-branching elms then were saplings,
And the soft rolling land did sleep;
And the silent stream flowed in contentment,
And it seemed a man never could weep.
Did you ever cross over to Sneden’s
Where the white houses cling to the hill?
Didyou ever cross over to Sneden’s?
Do you think that you ever will?
Is the past like a dream in remembrance?
Can you see now the frock you wore
On the day that you started for Sneden’s
From the strangely still, faraway shore?
Long I waited that day by the river;
Long I waited, my heart beat fast;
Long I’d planned what I’d say when you landed,
And I waited till daylight, daylight had passed.
I am still living over at Sneden’s,
And I still walk along the shore;
And I gaze at the elms across the river,
And I know that I’ll see you no more.
Did you ever cross over to Sneden’s
Where the white houses cling to the hill?
Did you ever cross over to Sneden’s?
Do you think that you ever will?”
