A mist comes o'er the shore, from out of the sea's embrace
The sun just going down the red without a face
A mist falls on the water through the curtain lace
[?] anyplace
A white to hurt the eyes stretches the fields afar
The brightness of the full moon, footprints show where you are
The snow becomes a mirror for the northern star
[?] there you are

Oh mountains far, your bigness makes me nеar to you
And flowers small your gentlenеss is how you grew
But those teardrops on your petals, are they only dew?
[?] wish I knew

A man holds tight his lady in the evening glade
His coat around her shoulders keeps the chill away
A willow spreads its limbs to make a lovers shade
[?] anyway...