Loreena McKennitt – Snow

289 12 6 24 września 2020

rafalaniszewski

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Do pierwszych śniegów jeszcze daleko, ale przy tej piosence można już pomarzyć... White are the far-off fields, And white the fading forests grow; The wind dies out along the heights The denser still the snow, A gathering weight on roof and tree Falls down scarce audibly The meadows and far-sheeted streams Lie still without a sound; Like some soft minister of dreams The snowfall hoods me around; In wood and water, earth and air, Silence is everywhere The barking of a dog, Till cattle, is sharply pued, Borne, echoing from some wayside stall Or barnyard far afield; Then all is silent and the snow Falls settling soft and slow The evening deepens and the grey Folds closer round the sky The world seems shrouded, so far away. Its noise asleep, and I As secret as yon buried stream Plod dumbly on and dream I dream, I dream I dream, I dream I dream, I dream I dream, I dream...

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