Oh, cruel storm Cruel sailor, cruel land They take what they'd sooner sell To some foreign land From my highest tower I see just how he stands and sways Whispered my lie There is a happy land For the weary maid Oh, splendid lady Steals time with your heels I watched your eyes fill with delight As your hounds take the wild fox down You're wicked, ugly Wines placed at your side The black thorns might be smarter But then they might be free Light darkness once more Light my sailor's home again With a vaguely crueler kind As light bleeds from the sky I watch our heart die Cold moonbeams lived my time Pass, true loves, by once more And it will be splendidTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
