The wind whistles
The frozen rain bites
And the chill runs deep
And we must escape
To shelter safe inside
Where the Barn Owls sleep
The wind whistles
The frozen rain bites
And the chill runs deep
And we must escape
To shelter safe inside
Where the Barn Owls sleep
The savage natural scene
In the winter meadow
Where the Falcon feeds
His talons red in the snow
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...