Текст песни Wandering Aengus

Walking in my mourning in the morning Let me tell you of the ashes of the great Sun is [risen?] for dawning, let the dawn in Let me lift my heart and free my song from pain To the song, to the song of Wandering Aengus People talk of rain, now for the pain Now in the swing of all the people at the gate Call of men-folks down in the woods, bow down to Cyprus In the hazel wood and wave For the song, for the song of Wandering Aengus To step amidst the ferns who gently learn To whisper solitude to sunlight through the breaks I have seen your name writ through the clothes Knit [?] swelling in the fire I made last night With the song, with the song of Wandering Aengus With the song, with the song of Wandering Aengus Walking in my mourning in the morning Let me tell you of the ashes of the great Sun is [risen?] for dawning, let the dawn in Let me lift my heart and free my song from pain To the song, to the song of Wandering Aengus To the song, to the song of Wandering Aengus