Lock All the Gates

By snowy fields and lanesShe keeps the waitingIn candlelight the sacredAlter shinesHe suckled the young lambsUpon his kneeGiving the weary sleep in peaceHe read the stars inside her dreamBut he was blind Of winter’s love for spring,She kept the visionSweet chariots aflame against the skyHe played on the harp sweet melodyChildren and emperors came to„Lock All the Gates“ weiterlesen