[00:00.00] 作词 : Steve Hackett[00:01.00] 作曲 : Steve Hackett[00:07.71]The scattered pages of a book by the sea[00:14.97]Held by the sand, washed by the waves[00:18.93]A shadow forms cast by a cloud,[00:25.41]Skimming by as eyes of the past, but the rising tide[00:33.12]Absorbs them effortlessly claiming.[00:38.37]They told of one who tired of all singing,[00:42.36]Praise him, praise him.[00:45.81]We heed not flatterers, he cried,[00:49.56]By our command, waters retreat,[00:56.34]Show my power, halt at my feet,[01:02.55]But the cause was lost,[01:04.23]Now cold winds blow.[01:08.52]For from the north overcast ranks advance[01:15.06]Fear of the storm accusing with rage and scorn.[01:21.27]The waves surround the sinking throne[01:25.02]Singing Crown him, crown him,[01:28.77]Those who love our majesty show themselves![01:38.73]All bent their knees.[03:12.42]But he forced a smile even though[03:14.40]His hopes lay dashed where offerings fell (where they fell).[04:55.92]Nothing can my peace destroy as long as none smile.[05:06.03]More opened ears and opened eyes,[05:11.37]And soon they dared to laugh.[05:29.37]See a little man with his face turning red[05:31.71]Though his story's often told you can tell he's dead.