As I was lying on Black Stitchel
The wind was blowing from the South
And I was thinking of the laughters
Of my love's mouth.
As I was lying on Black Stitchel
The wind was blowing from the West
And I was thinking of the quiet
Of my love's breast.
As I was lying on Black Stitchel
The wind was blowing from the North
And I was thinking of the countries
Black with wrath.
As I was lying on Black Stitchel
The wind was blowing from the East
And I could think no more for pity
Of man and beast.
The wind was blowing from the South
And I was thinking of the laughters
Of my love's mouth.
As I was lying on Black Stitchel
The wind was blowing from the West
And I was thinking of the quiet
Of my love's breast.
As I was lying on Black Stitchel
The wind was blowing from the North
And I was thinking of the countries
Black with wrath.
As I was lying on Black Stitchel
The wind was blowing from the East
And I could think no more for pity
Of man and beast.
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