There she lay Shrouded in the darkness off his mind Her eyes were as bright as the moon She had nothing to hide I think there was a spark He felt a warmth from within But the light eventually succumb And his mind went back to numb
Tonight the wind the pouring rain through trees hiss and whistle of kettle water poured for tea the lashing winter willows this coal, dark storm that blinds and hides away your face and any trace of moon.