ihoera under the harvest moon şarkı sözleri
Under the harvest moon
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights
Death, the gray mocker
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers
Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves
Love, with little hands
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories
And asks you
Beautiful questions.
