A dainty figure in the morning mist "Bide your time and hold out hope" She whispered, "or set your heart at rest For it is a foolish heart I leave behind"
For all that once was is now gone Whereverat this sleeper may lie Sweetly to decease and be torn asunder To bewail your loss in these nights
The hauntings of a wayward day Shall never follow you on your way For you to leave this, your bitter trail I sought you, may this delight prevail Our hearts filled with fright as we run from the hideous presence of the sun The hauntings of a wayward day Shall never follow you on your way
Her mighty harbinger, a morning star at the van of day, leaves no enmity no contempt
The first gleam of sunlight illuminates the sky So with reluctant dread I hide from the vivid light Aweary of the outset’s first sentinel I cringe away in deepest despair
The moon looks upon my departure with a watery eye Wanton winds accompany me on my long way home As I hear the dawn’s yearning call I bid farewell to you allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
