The Lake Isle of Innisfree --- William Butler Yeats
※イニスフリーの湖島 --- ウィリアム・バトラー・イェーツ
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or one the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep core of the heart.
[from "The Rose"]
Four strong winds our strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All those things that dont change come what may
But our good times are all gone
And Im bound for moving on
I look for you if Im ever back this way
Think Ill go out to Alberta
Weathers good there in the fall
Got some friends I can go to working for
Still I wish you change your mind
If I asked you one more time
But weve been thru that a hundred times or more
If I get there before the snow flies
And if things are going good
You could meet me if I send you down the fare
But by then it would be winter
Aint too much for you to do
And those winds sure can blow cold way out there