Nina Karlsson

Of cool sweet dew and radiance mild
The moon is a web of a silence weaves
In the still garden where a child
Gathers the simple leaves
Gathers the simple leaves
Gaaaaathers......athers...
Simple leaves
Gather
Be mine, I pray; a waxen ear
To shield me from her childish croon
And mine a shielded heart for her
Who gathers simples of the moon
Who gathers simples of the moon
Of the moon
Of the moon
A moon dew star her hanging hair