| 
 
Oh, I don't like the look of the look of today
 A great grey cloud is coming our way
 So I move through the streets on my own
 A-huffing and a-puffing and feeling so alone
 
 O Grandfather, Grandfather
 Will you wake up?
 Will you take up these threads?
 
 O Grandmother, Grandmother
 I am walking on such thin ice
 I wonder how you feel?
 And a fire is burning in the fireplace
 And the windows crackle with rain
 Feels so part of my place
 So I leave my sleeping ancients
 And I walk down the steps
 And I move to the edge of the forest
 Where I lay my heaviness...
 
 Oh, where is my sweet puppy?
 Oh, there you are
 You're never far behind
 Sometimes he seems like a little lamb
 So I push off from the shore
 I press my face against the watery place
 I push off from the shore
 My sweet dog and you
 I paddle my canoe
 Across the water and home to you. 
            
 
HATA BİLDİR
 
 
		
        
        
        
         
         
         
         
        
        
					 | 
				
			
Yorum Yapın