h.dirix
Skeleton........
The beautiful meadow is gone
Gone are the catlle
The mist belows the contours of ledge and furrow
Winter has come and burried the meadow under his load
Only the proud tree has disturbed his work and only its skeleton remains and waits patiently for spring, when he once again will be raised
It's freezing cold and the Northern wind is silent howling....howling.... howling........
Skeleton........
The beautiful meadow is gone
Gone are the catlle
The mist belows the contours of ledge and furrow
Winter has come and burried the meadow under his load
Only the proud tree has disturbed his work and only its skeleton remains and waits patiently for spring, when he once again will be raised
It's freezing cold and the Northern wind is silent howling....howling.... howling........