Midwinter nights, northern lights thrown upon the dark skies Silent mansion, windows black, with flowers drawn in pale ice Slowly the moon journeys the sky, under their covers the people lie Rooftops covered all in white The elf cannot sleep at night
Out of the barn, a shade of gray, he stands still in the deep snow Lifts his eyes from the doorway and smiles at the moon hanging low Stares at the woods, the white rimmed trees, nothing but silence in all that he sees Wonders about his endless plight The elf cannot sleep at night
He strokes his beard and shakes his head and speaks to his friend, the cold moon “Some have sleep but some instead have toils that don’t grow old soon” The hound of the house comes to lick the elf’s hand, and so he forgets what he can’t understand The elf is the one who keeps things right The elf never sleeps at night
Midwinter nights, northern lights thrown upon the dark skies Silent mansion, windows black, with flowers drawn in pale ice Slowly the moon journeys the sky, under their covers the people lie Rooftops covered all in white The elf cannot sleep at night Slowly the moon journeys the sky, under their covers the people lie Rooftops covered all in white The elf never sleeps at nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
