Текст песни Enchantment - Of Acorns That Gather
Enchantment - Of Acorns That Gather слова песни
In graceful dance of ever, as fountains have towered above meThe days of celebration and that of the foul lakeFathers of the knell......burn up the sunAnd pluck me from my ripenessAs passion diesAs love itself has failedAnd unto the earth we thriveOf acorns that gather and cradle to kindest of earsEven they are judged to a wintertide......judged by sorrow daysThrough windows of sunken eyesAs time leads our summer`s onNothing but idle tales......and flowers yet to be fairMake the berries glutton with aweBorrowed tears like a troubled ocean, thornsOf earth`s delightGathered like spreading fields for a fallow yearDeflower for love is a fever......and I swear from time......I even pity beauty itself