Though winds blow cold,
And day goes black,
And evil comes
From hill and fen
We hold on here
As best we can,
And hope to one day
Sing
Again
Though winds blow cold,
And day goes black,
And evil comes
From hill and fen
We hold on here
As best we can,
And hope to one day
Sing
Again
words that frame a window to our lives-
so lovely, I feel your words… thank you