Letras de His Rest - Wovenhand

His Rest (original)

To enter his rest
To enter his rest
Close to his chest
And after his own heart
Shepherds enter at measure 33, 33
One foot on land
And one upon the sea
She holds them close
Careful to enter his rest
Threshing out what she had gleaned
Of my kinsman redeemer
She did dream
To enter his rest
To enter his rest
She whispers as an aspen tree
In her windy, windy way
Bringing fruit and flowers to me
Placed in vessels of clay
She holds them close
Grateful to enter his rest
Threshing out what she had gleaned
Of my kinsman redeemer
She did dream
To enter his rest
To enter his rest

(traducción)

Para entrar en su descanso
Para entrar en su descanso
Cerca de su pecho
Y según su propio corazón
Los pastores entran en el compás 33, 33
Un pie en la tierra
Y uno sobre el mar
ella los tiene cerca
Cuidadoso de entrar en su descanso
trillando lo que había recogido
De mi pariente redentor
ella soñó
Para entrar en su descanso
Para entrar en su descanso
Ella susurra como un álamo temblón
En su camino ventoso, ventoso
trayendo frutas y flores para mí
Colocados en vasijas de barro
ella los tiene cerca
Agradecido de entrar en su descanso
trillando lo que había recogido
De mi pariente redentor
ella soñó
Para entrar en su descanso
Para entrar en su descanso