the
meadow
making
hay.
Just
to
sit
beside
the
turf
fire
in
cabin,
and
watch
the
barefoot
gosoons
as
they
play,
for
the
breezes
blowing
o'er
the
sea's
from
Ireland…
冬听的歌声引来了行人的驻足，音乐无国界，这话不假，歌声的确能让说着不同语言，拥有不同文化的人产生共情。
Are
perfumed
by
the
heather
as
they
blow,
and
the
women
in
the
uplands
digging
praties.
Speak
language
that
