Текст песни Old Witch - OLDE SPYRITS HAUNT THE THICKETS

COME MOURNING COME
SET YOUR WEARY EYES TO SLEEP
COME WITH THE DAWN
WITH YOUR LOVER'S VIGIL KEEP
COME...

LITTLE SPARROW IN YOUR TREE
WILL YOU SING YOUR SONG FOR THE LIGHT?
DAYS WILL COME WHEN YOU'LL BE GONE
AND MEN WILL SAY
"SUCH WERE THE TIMES IN THE LAND OF OUR BIRTH"

COME MOURNING COME
WITH YOUR LONG NIGHT'S DEMONS FLEE
AND RETURN TO WILDERNESS
COME TO ME

THERE ABOVE ANCIENT WOODS
OLD GODS ROAM THE TWILIGHT
OLD SPYRITS HAUNT THE THICKETS
AND MEN WILL SAY
"SUCH WERE THE TIMES IN THE LAND OF OUR BIRTH,
HERE WHERE OUR BLOOD NOURISHED THE EARTH
THIS IS OUR PAST
COME, MOURNING, COME"