Hang Chill - Hang Playing Hedge Monkeys

I bleed the blade's been sharpened The wounds have been cut deep Whilst thou weavest thy carpet And lests the heavens weep Discouraged hearts thou makest Bringe

Gar schauderlich und heulend pfeift der wind - und sonst nur stille. Die sonne sinkt, kein licht durch nebel dringt - mit ihr mein wille. Endlose heiden die sch

O thou, whose face hath felt the winter's wind, Whose eyes has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist, And the black elm tops 'mong the freezing stars, To thee the s