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
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
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
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
Space ship in the clouds drifting down sky bound mother earth blue sound open fields prays out loud sleeping giants bright kites
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
Vision of prince albert castle in need of repair queen victoria no stairs Balmoral was a delight both smile for thy plight
Pagan a witch ritual jack o lanterns light turnips to pumpkin hollows out to carve to feed ghostly dead
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
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
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
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
one day at a time story tell all kind life is on my mind cry baby cord line wash hands to dry
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