Songs of Yore
Singing songs of days of yore
Sailors, rovers, boats and hills
Listen O moonish Le Mar
In the dusky eve in meadows
Bells of temps and beechen shadows
Singing songs of Days of yore
Life is final, death is final
God hath said to angel's panal
Listen O Moonish Le Mar
House on top of hill is vacant
Gazing at the world and waiting
Singing songs of days of yore
Petals withering, candles melting
Moths and men in love are dying
Listen O Moonish Le Mar
Riding by the woods on pacer
On Her Timbral Maiden Nature
Singing songs of Days of yore
Listen O Moonish Le Mar
Copyright © Sabahat Batool | Year Posted 2023
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