كلمات The Fold

And when you wake, you'll wake in the mornin Your fingers cold Your fields to be sown Feeble today, just like the seedlins Asleep in the fold But one day you'll grow Alders breathing, keepin, weepin Leaves all sinking, fever dreaming Brothers sleepin, wolves all creepin Weavers weavin Nothin And what you take, you'll take it for storin The bitter snow The winter you know Feeble today, just like the seedlins Sleepin in the fold But one day you'll grow Alders breathing, keepin, weepin Leaves all sinking, fever dreaming Brothers sleepin, wolves all creepin Weavers weavin Nothin Alders breathing, keepin, weepin Leaves all sinking, fever dreaming Brothers sleepin, wolves all creepin Weavers weavin Nothin