Текст песни Crown Of Autumn - Thou Mayst In Mee Behold
Crown Of Autumn - Thou Mayst In Mee Behold слова песни
Scriptured in the features of your face, and in the hues of delicateWhich painteth thee with the colour of antique goldThroughout dim and narrow lanes, aery surges of coldBring to mee my Ancestor`s voice, whispering mysterious wordsTears of white wax many candles shed in solemn quietAs I admire the Romanic stone glowing like ardent embersBeautiful stained-glass windows represent legends of yoreThruh the rosette I behold the crescente moon in the enchanting violet of duskShall I question the ancestral starsAnd the earthly spirit of the mountsThruh the forest and its tangled boughsHear the distant echoes of the past...