歌名已默认翻译成“艺者之舞”

我还是喜欢译成“寂者之舞”

Wheninthespringtime of the year

when the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew

Are dressed in ribbons fair

When owls call the breathless moon

In the blue veil of the night
Theshadowsofthe trees appear

Amidst the lantern light

We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day

Now returning back again

We bring a garland gay

Who will go down to those shady groves

And summon the shadows there

And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms

In the springtime of the year

The songs of birds seem to fill the wood

That when the fiddler plays

All their voices can be heard

Long past their woodland days

We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day

Now returning back again

We bring a garland gay

And so they linked their hands and danced

Round in circles and in rows
And so the journey of the night descends

 when all the shades are gone

A garland gay we bring you here

 And at your door we stand
It is a sprout well budded out

The work of our Lord's hand

We've been rambling all the night

And some time of this day

Now returning back again 

We bring a garland gay