[00:00.000] 作曲 : Chris Kemoter/Henry Lawson[00:08.709]Ten miles down Reedy River[00:13.169]a pool of water lies[00:17.022]And all the year it mirrors[00:21.029]the changes in the skies[00:25.108]Within that pool's broad bosom[00:28.480]is room for all the stars[00:32.365]Its bed of sand has drifted o'er[00:36.682]countless rocky bars[00:40.327]Around the lower edges[00:43.878]there waves a bed of reeds[00:47.740]Where water-rats are hidden[00:51.825]and where the wild duck breeds[00:55.512]And grassy slopes rise gently[00:59.417]to ridges long and low[01:02.896]Where groves of wattle flourish[01:06.883]and native bluebells grow[01:10.611]Beneath the granite ridges[01:14.271]the eye may just discern[01:17.860]Where Rocky Creek emerges[01:21.366]from deep green banks of fern[01:25.235]And, standing tall between them[01:29.039]the drooping she-oaks cool[01:32.580]The hard, blue-tinted waters[01:36.164]before they reach the pool[01:47.340]Ten miles down Reedy River[01:51.184]one Sunday afternoon[01:55.094]I rode with Mary Campbell[01:59.020]to that broad, bright lagoon[02:02.882]We left our horses grazing[02:06.440]'til shadows climbed the peak[02:10.179]And strolled beneath the she-oaks[02:14.007]on the banks of Rocky Creek[02:17.755]Then home along the river[02:21.499]that night we rode a race[02:25.297]And the moonlight lent a glory[02:29.305]to Mary Campbell's face[02:33.016]I pleaded for my future[02:36.704]all through that moonlight ride[02:40.469]Until our weary horses[02:44.272]drew closer side by side[02:48.134]Ten miles from Ryan's Crossing[02:51.795]and five below the peak[02:55.872]I built a little homestead[02:59.349]on the banks of Rocky Creek[03:03.091]I cleared the land and fenced it[03:06.901]and plowed the rich red loam[03:11.110]My first crop was golden[03:14.332]when I brought Mary home[03:18.109][03:48.452]Now still down Reedy River[03:52.364]the grassy she-oaks sigh[03:55.869]The water holes still mirror[03:59.874]the pictures in the sky[04:03.844]The golden sand is drifting[04:07.105]across the rocky bars[04:10.853]And over all forever[04:14.555]go sun and moon and stars[04:18.364]But of the hut I built[04:22.075]there are no traces now[04:26.057]And many rains have leveled[04:29.774]the furrows of my plow[04:33.515]The glad bright days have vanished[04:36.976]for somber branches wave[04:40.969]Their wattle-blossom golden[04:44.882]above my Mary's grave[04:50.995]