She lay down in the mossy wood In the town of Gorran Haven And the bells rang out to save her
All spare hands, they came out to look They came searching for the maiden In the grounds of Gorran Haven
She lay down in the mossy wood In the town of Gorran Haven And the bells rang out to save her
Her dress soaked up the mossy dew To the sound of woeful cries And the sun began to rise
The townsfolk were talking in a tone so hushed Of a tale, of a town, of Gorran Haven where a maiden was taken By the beckoning winds from the south The darkness stepped in and enveloped her form She struggled a little, not lived there a strongman that could pry her From the tightening grip of her fate
Now she's dancing and laughing with tears aflame In the darkness she is luminous In the place whence she was taken In Gorran Haven Lays a stone inscribed "Fare Thee Well"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.