Sarah Minor

The Day Is Past and Gone - Aretha Franklin (艾瑞莎·弗蘭克林)

The day is past and gone

The evening shades appear;

O may we all remember well

The night of death draws near

We lay our garments by

Upon our beds to rest;

So death shall soon disrobe us all

Of what is here possessed

So death shall soon disrobe us all

Of what is here possessed