He is not a weatherman 他不是一个天气预报

But his bride lies with the land 但是他的新娘在于土地

And she will whisper to him 她会小声对他

I'll be dressing up in snow 我会打扮雪

Cloaked in echo it's almost 隐形的回声，它几乎

As if only Nature knows 好像只有上帝知道

How to bring his wife to life 如何把他的妻子生活

And breathe her into form 而她的呼吸形式进

   

"One more look from her eyes 从她的眼睛“一看更多

One more look can you paint her back to life" 还有一个看你能画她起死回生“

   

He knows every moor and mound 他知道每一个沼地和丘

Every curve of every hill 每一座山丘的每一个曲线

A shoulder of the mountain 大山的肩膀上

Where they watched a thousand dawns 在那里他们看到了一千黎明

   

"One more look from her eyes 从她的眼睛“一看更多

One more look can you paint her back to life" 还有一个看你能画她起死回生“

   

Rising she stirs 瑞星她搅

First it blurs 首先，它模糊了

A breeze that lifts 举起微风

Lilac blossoms from the earth 从地球丁香花开

Blending its shape 融合了它的形状

To a skirt 为了一条裙子

With limbs that bend 用四肢弯曲

He's drawn toward her pirouette turn 他拉向她的回旋转弯

Autumn's peach black 秋天的桃子黑色

Winter's velvet coat 冬天的绒外套

Pink Tourmaline, 粉红碧玺，

Palette of Spring 春天的调色板

In Summer she's wrapped in Viennese green 在夏天，她的包裹在绿色的维也纳

   

He is not a weatherman 他不是一个天气预报

But his bride lies with the land 但是他的新娘在于土地

And she will whisper to him 她会小声对他

I'll be dressing up in snow 我会打扮雪

Cloaked in echo it's almost 隐形的回声，它几乎

As if only Nature knows 好像只有上帝知道

How to paint his wife to life 怎么画他的妻子生活

With every season's tone 随着每一季的基调

   

"One more look from her eyes 从她的眼睛“一看更多

One more look can you paint her back to life" 还有一个看你能画她起死回生“