A Wind Rose - Holy Hive

A wind rose in the night, down the hall

Sorrow caught my heart, I could not help her, oh, oh

I went and softly stood at her door

Days of grief I stood, candles flaring, oh, oh

The wind was wailing loud, I thought she would have cried

For my warm familiar arms and the sense of being by her side

By her side, side

Can’t go shadowly (?) on the wall

She lays before me still, and does not care at all, care at all

The wind was wailing loud, I thought she would have cried

For my warm familiar arms and the sense of being by her side

By her sid, side

By her side, sid