Winter winds reach icy hands
Into my room
Carried away under gleaming
Eyes of glowing moon
Beyond the fields we know
Sits one whose eyes
Regard the end, he sits fast asleep
Dreaming me, dreaming him
Beyond The Fields We KnowWinter winds reach icy hands Into my room Carried away under gleaming Eyes of glowing moon Beyond the fields we know Sits one whose eyes Regard the end, he sits fast asleep Dreaming me, dreaming him |