Walking home with cradled tomes Autumn leaves bring golden notes Softest heart and kindest soul The sort that sought love Now I believe it was she who enchanted And enraptured his affection At his side, drawing his desire Near the Transmuter’s Tower
For the going started slow Passing ships for nights untold What she saw glittered like gold Though far more impressive And I believe in greater meanings What we mostly fail to see Sorcery still lives, it seems In the caring kind
Pure hearts to light the dark And love to guide them Pure hearts will leave their mark For us to followTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
