Shrovetide
Lyrics:
Christoph Roth
The
golden wheel of summer
Is shining through the trees
Leaves show fear of winter
So warmth is good to feel
A
brook is playing with the sand
Inside of it and wins
But theer'll come someone stronger
Soon will the rest of both begin
Shrovetide
in the woodland
Shrovetide in the leas
Fairies in the wilderness
The hunger to defeat
A
fieldmouse found some acorn
Her burrow to fulfil
It's hoped to be enough of
When winter closes in
Fairy-tales
are waiting
From oak trees to be told
When sleep invades the vital spirit
And nights turn dark and cold
Shrovetide
in the woodland
Shrovetide in the leas
Fairies in the wilderness
The hunger to defeat