Mivilya

The wind blew the clouds Through the sky Till a lot of clouds had gone by Over the land Over the sea Till all I could see Was a cloud as it blew by Though the sky.

Cold morning shower Ah, the sweet smell of the earth In the summer time.

Spring time Time for growing Buds shoot and flowers bloom Brings to mind the good things to come New life

Walking in the woods I hear cheerful melodies But leaving, silence.

Darkness all around Distant crying and cold fear But light will appear.

Darkness falls about me But content I be Because I see The Light What a sight In the night

Sun brings hope to prisoners In dungeons deep But darkness brings Cold and fear to Captives who will Never be let go

The cold wind blows The earth is still I feel a chill Everyone knows My dear is dead

Fair was the picture That I did believe Fair were the thoughts That I did conceive Fair were the words That I did make Fair was the path That I did take Fair was the hand That led me to my grave Fair was the land That bid me to stay Fair was the deed That became my seed But ugly is the truth That I now can see And ugly is the person That is now me.

Wantful sigh And now I die Here I lie Forgotten and lost And here I am tossed On the vengful waves By the knaves Who put me here