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Cast down in stony gardens
Sweet visitor, we heard you say
There grows no grass and none shall pass
Till some great day of judgement
Oh, are we bound for glory?
Born on a little fortune's way
Or are we bound for some dark town
And some grave northern story?

And it's cold, cold, the winter's hold
She shall not think of stalling
She's proud, proud of every cloud
And will never ever lay them down
Love, love, the winds above
Do blow towards your calling
Behold in dreams your true love's schemes
And never ever lay them down

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Oh, once I played the lover
To follow on a swellows tale
And what I'd give for to relive
My days of being a rover
But wrapped in love's embraces
Like summer in a silken gown
How could I pawn what we have sworn?
Lay down your gold and silver

And it's cold, cold, the winter's hold
She shall not think of stalling
She's proud, proud of every cloud
And will never ever lay them down
Love, love, the winds above
Do blow towards your calling
Behold in dreams your true love's schemes
And never ever lay them down

Do you see black peaks there gleaming?
Did you ever see a black boy's wing?
My love did rob those greedy gods
To fill our hearts with singing
Cast down by steel cathedrals
My lover is a fallen star
Whose spark shall stoke this heart that broke
Held in his hand a-beating

And it's cold, cold, the winter's hold
She shall not think of stalling
She's proud, proud of every cloud
And will never ever lay them down
Love, love, the winds above
Do blow towards your calling
Behold in dreams your true love's schemes
And never ever lay them down

Kind eyes in trepidation
Whatever do you here behold?
Cold labour's done and nothing won
Grey stone around your children
But freedom's eyes are golden
And glitter like a silver crown
And none shall fear while love is here
Cast down in stony gardens

And it's cold, cold, the winter's hold
She shall not think of stalling
She's proud, proud of every cloud
And will never ever lay them down
Love, love, the winds above
Do blow towards your calling
Behold in dreams your true love's schemes
And never ever lay them down

Writer(s): Elliott Nancy Kerr

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