nights grow long The kettle sings its tortured song As many petalled kiss I place upon her brow, Oh, my lady, Lady I am loving you now The winter birds
nights grow long The kettle sings its tortured songs A many petaled kiss I place upon her brow Oh my lady, lady I am loving you now The winter birds
grow long The kettle sings its tortured song As many petalled kiss I place upon her brow, Oh, my lady, Lady I am loving you now The winter birds
Übersetzung: Ray LaMontagne. Winter Birds.