Cold moon tonight curtained with her hair
Black wind tonight can only startle my heart
Tired of being I'll and friends who never come
Sitting all alone I know she'll steal my heart
She takes me away, takes me to some place else
And I'll cut my hair to remind her of someone else
Someone she knew, death by an old stone well
How many days and how deep in years can a memory last?
As long as eyes she'd tears?
Will her memory last as long as her eyes she'd tears?
The garden is bright, the scenery is lovely
Our thoughts, swiftly they rise
We carve our names on rocks and stones
It's time for farming soon
For evening sun brings deepest blackness
It's time for farming soon