A Shield a sheep a letter and fire, bring the presents that love requires
Cut the flowers and walk your land, but don't let the lily suits your hand
A breach a hole a man too proud, rides black horses that leave the ground
The wheat on tears a barren sea, dive the mermaids where the nymphs sing
Slave and queen in hell, nothing will bloom again till you come back near
The winter is here to stay till you come back near
And nothing's gonna grow from this soil, till you are back again
Slave and queen in hell, nothing will bloom again till you come back near
The winter is here to stay till you come back near
And nothing's gonna grow from this soil, till you are back again
Go back, you precious thing
Let the spring arrive, you precious thing go
Go back you precious thing
Let the spring arrive, you precious thing go
Go back, you precious thing
Let the spring arrive, you precious thing go
Go back, you precious thing
Let the spring arrive, you precious thing