Текст песни Vermont Song (Emily Nyman) с переводом

We gather on our porches at the dimming of the day

Rocking gently to the distant sound of tractors bailing hay

We reflect upon our blessings — We are grateful to be here

This is the simple quiet living we hold dear.

We are born to your beauty by the cry of the loon

We give thanks for your harvest by the light of the moon

Of the tapestry that blankets our spirit and captures our hearts

Let us sing to our Vermont.

Your whitewashed steeples, fading barns, and old wagon roads

Take us to a sleepy little town of long ago

Where folks make maple sugar and angels in the snow

Where what you do matters more than what you know.

We are born to your beauty by the cry of the loon

We give thanks for your harvest by the light of the moon

Of the tapestry that blankets our spirit and captures our hearts

Let us sing to our Vermont.

As silhouettes of history are woven in time

Trees stand guard, roots deep and sure, where the rails of freedom lie

And Patriots are honored with their names carved in stone

And the flight of the Falcon heralds the dawn.

We are born to your beauty by the cry of the loon

We give thanks for your harvest by the light of the moon

Of the tapestry that blankets our spirit and captures our hearts

Let us sing to our Vermont.

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