Gate sail art tale
Spoils of gods fertile land thy seed of crops we wait harvest plenty for we make for villages life food great water for all life earth state
I think i am going of my head stare at four walls in my bed deep sleep upon my eye bled wake up cold bed like my shed frustrate in gym legs like lead
Born upon earth shores little baby boy thy adore come what may to stay go to school want to play happy child friends away
Misty fields of clovers bay to thy wings in flight a stray from the cold damp shores the worlds dine in deep clay over the hills forests plains
Leaves of fallen winds agast like the power of snow drift for we seek to our salvation winters trees stills all keep leaves’ of falls crystal tweet
Paint sheaves of wheat peep with his mind so far deep his lust for life lovers meet red beast hair eyes thee stare shoot himself to makers keep
Pagan a witch ritual jack o lanterns light turnips to pumpkin hollows out to carve to feed ghostly dead
Passing strangers weep help him back on his feet lost soul found in a hole homeless boy with sheet folds it up looks so neat
to be in my last abode down the rats old road dark place with toads smell of pork fat loads potty mind game late
ode.upon thy loving care side my ride dying mare falling down horror scare sleeping long night stare cannot remove mind bare
Walk upon a windy munro look to the clans ghost past history of the glen sleep cast vacant castle the laird keeps clearance of land graze sheep
First of battle thy score along the Baltic shores ships afloat by the door first world war no more last post for all thee fall
the end of a parting day in the dark farms barks fades of the light fright howling din rats in bin dark clouds in the town
one day at a time story tell all kind life is on my mind cry baby cord line wash hands to dry
Stank with thee wild cold stew to stachie on my young staig with my stalwart bottle stown stood i be with my wild stoyte fa a all clinkin doited aild goat