[?] loves watching the shadows forming
Dreaming of golden Summer
Seagulls are [?]
[Little goblet?] with wonder
Daylight heavy with scents of the people
Leaving it open [?]
You can hear the [?] raging
Buried and tangled in winds
[She will ring the?] lullaby right off the water
Making you lax into slumber
Circles are standing [?] the moorhens
Tickled by tips of the Winter

Dreaming of golden Summer
[Little goblet?] with wonder
Leaving it open [?]
Buried and tangled in winds
Making you lax into slumber
Tickled by tips of the Winter
Dreaming of golden Summer
[Little goblet?] with wonder
Leaving it open [?]
Buried and tangled in winds
Making you lax into slumber
Tickled by tips of the Winter