Woodwose کے بول

Each colder day, with stones in the kettle to last you till may Gathering the damp wood to spark in the rain When summer's gone she lay with the gray queen Huntsman walks ragged of cloth, ragged of war In the winter dark, the shatter glass dog, it fell by the side. There the cavern, fire will guide her The old woman, charred coal burner Slower to take, walk with the old ones the edge of the lake Push through the dead leaves and left to decay