كلمات I Inside The Old I Dying

The beech buds wait, the aish buds wait The frogs and twoads in lagwood holes Hedgehogs in their leafy ditch All waiting for his kingdom The eth waits, and the dead brakes That host the holly’s bloody beads They are his crown of thorns He will rise again Oh Wyman, oh Wyman Unray I Unray I for en Oh Wyman, oh Wyman Unray I Unray I for en Slip from my childhood skin, I zing I'm zinging through the forest I hover in the holway Laugh into the leaves Oh Wyman, oh Wyman Unray I Unray I for en Oh Wyman, oh Wyman Unray I Unray I for en I laugh in leaves and merge to meesh Just a charm in the woak With the chalky children Of evermore The chalky children of evermore The chalky children of evermore The chalky children of evermore The chalky children of evermore The chalky children of evermore The chalky children of evermore The chalky children of evermore The chalky children of evermore The chalky children of evermore The chalky children of evermore