Romilda Vane And The Chocolate Cauldrons
Godric's Hollow
Oh, the snow is burying this town
And that cloak won't drown the sound
Of the crunch your foot makes falling down,
Going down to the graveyard coming home.
Funny, how you can wear your face,
In this, your original place.
You must stop to see the memories take shape
Going down to the graveyard coming home.
And does your heart beat much faster now,
With each footprint you much follow
And is your head filled with pounding thoughts?
Or are you feeling hollow?
Oh, the snow it burying this town
And that cloak won't drown the sound
Of each step, step, step, step, step...
Going down to the graveyard coming home
From Letras Mania