(Verse)
Before the rising of the sheltered moon
Before the killing frost
There be the heart that broke too soon
The story almost lost
How you’re away, the song bird flew
Straight toward the sun
What she found there no one knew
The songs that she had sung
She drew a fox from the deepest well
Every shining word
One by one, thought you’ll feel despair
Under the pining spell of songs they have never heard
From time to time, they call her name
A sound so sweet and clear
But only one recalls her face
From she was here
She drew a fox from the deepest well
Every shining word
One by one, thought you’ll feel despair
Under the pining spell of songs they have never heard