Where At Night The Wood Grouse Plays
When through the starry nightthe mists of autumn glidethe air is filled with tragedies of olden timesWhere with a dreadful tonea night bird plays its songin forest dark at moors they come to life...
When through the starry nightthe mists of autumn glidethe air is filled with tragedies of olden timesWhere with a dreadful tonea night bird plays its songin forest dark at moors they come to life...