اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Walk along a weary path
The weather holds the aftermath
Inside his sadness hiding
Crying to the cliffs aloud
Careless of the hills, it bowed
The heavy wind keeps blowing
Passing over pathless steps
And pleading on the ground, oh lord!
My soul is in your keeping
Forward through the frost and snow
Following the northern glow
Inside his pain abiding
