To wander alone when the moon, faintly beaming
With glimmering lustre, darts thro' the dark shade,
Where owls seek for covert, and nightbirds complaining
Add sound to the horror that darkens the glade.
'Tis not for the happy come, daughter of sorrow,
'Tis here thy sad thoughts are embalm'd in thy tears,
Where, lost in the past, disregarding tomorrow,
There's nothing for hopes and nothing for fears.
L’État Libre de Neige - The Wanderer Lyrics
L’État Libre de Neige - The Wanderer Lyrics
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To wander alone when the moon, faintly beaming
With glimmering lustre, darts thro' the dark shade,
Where owls seek for covert, and nightbirds complaining
Add sound to the horror that darkens the glade.
'Tis not for the happy come, daughter of sorrow,
'Tis here thy sad thoughts are embalm'd in thy tears,
Where, lost in the past, disregarding tomorrow,
There's nothing for hopes and nothing for fears.
With glimmering lustre, darts thro' the dark shade,
Where owls seek for covert, and nightbirds complaining
Add sound to the horror that darkens the glade.
'Tis not for the happy come, daughter of sorrow,
'Tis here thy sad thoughts are embalm'd in thy tears,
Where, lost in the past, disregarding tomorrow,
There's nothing for hopes and nothing for fears.
Writer: Anne Hunter
Copyright: Lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing