When the stone is grown too cold to kneel. In crystal waters I'll be bound. Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel. Now be thankful for good things below. Now be thankful to your maker.
Good morning, good afternoon, . And what have you got to say?. Well I'm waiting, but I can't stay long, . It's such a lovely day. There's a time to be talking. And a time when it's no use. Right
On the fourteenth of May at the dawn of the day. With my gun on my shoulder to the woods I did stray. In search of some game if the weather proved fair. To see could I get a shot at the bonny black
(Sandy Denny). Red and gold and Halloween have passed us by. The charcoal branches lean against the rosy sky. You are so far away and I could touch you if I may. But don't you worry now, I'm only