​the night in gales

The night in gales
We get all low
And raccoon down
By snowy wall
And cuddle up
And wait in blessed
And that's not all
That's bad, I guess

We elder trees
Identified
With cold white times
So moved aside
To let the Sun
Gleam it so long
To have its fun
With us and go

Someone dies
And does move
And from the shade
A shadow soon
Will come up front
By way of trouble
Through all the din
Oh muddy gravel

Dark garden's grief
Will just surround us
While we are walking steady and
Sleeping fastest