Woven Hand
Singing Grass
He has thought himselfTo the end of thingsTo a cold ceder fireIn mindyou are beside him thereThe houseChurch yard and fieldThis his windSways the grass to danceTo dance before himArrow cederDogwoodAshTipped boneAntlerStone and lashHear clanging of hoof and heelThe rattle by roanOn the white mountainOn the black hill shownThe beasthe plays his harpHe does deceive the heartsLetras de cancionesFalse fires in the minds of menThis his windSways the grass to danceTo dance before him
From Letras Mania