[00:00.00] 作曲 : The Decemberists[00:05.20][00:22.16]Here she comes in her palanquin[00:25.98]On the back of an elephant[00:29.60]On a bed made of linen and sequins and silk[00:35.57]All astride on her father's line[00:40.46]With the king and his concubines[00:44.14]And her nurse with her pitchers of liquors and milk[00:50.63]And we'll all come praise the infanta[00:57.93]And we'll all come praise the infanta[01:06.29][01:08.56]Among five score pachyderm[01:12.47]Each canopied and passengered[01:15.92]Sit the duke and the duchess' luscious young girls[01:22.00]Within sight of the baronness[01:26.60]Seething spite for this live largesse[01:30.19]By her side sits the baron[01:33.18]Her barrenness barbs her[01:37.07]And we'll all come praise the infanta[01:43.88]And we'll all come praise the infanta[01:52.71][02:19.39]A phalanx on camelback[02:23.44]Thirty ranks on a forward tack[02:27.14]Followed close, their shiny bright standards a-waving[02:33.89]While behind in their coach, in fours[02:37.82]Ride the wives of the king of Moors[02:41.07]And the veiled young virgin, the prince's betrothed[02:48.29]And we'll all come praise the infanta[02:54.72]And we'll all come praise the infanta[03:03.33][03:05.76]And as she sits upon her place[03:11.06]Her innocence laid on her face[03:16.35]From all atop the parapets blow a multitude of coronets[03:23.64]Melodies rhapsodical and fair[03:28.62]And all our hearts afire[03:31.58]The sky ablaze with cannon fire[03:33.93]We all raise our voices to the air[03:39.03]To the air...[03:43.17][03:45.10]And above all this folderol[03:50.42]On a bed made of chaparral[03:53.75]She is laid, a coronal placed on her brow[03:59.46]And the babe, all in slumber dreams[04:04.62]Of a place filled with quiet streams[04:08.10]And the lake where her cradle was pulled from the water[04:14.53]And we'll all come praise the infanta[04:22.17]And we'll all come praise the infanta