She walks with the wind on the windy height When the rocks are loud and the waves are white, And all night long she calls through the night, “O, my children, come home!” Her bleak gown, torn as a tattered […]
She walks with the wind on the windy height When the rocks are loud and the waves are white, And all night long she calls through the night, “O, my children, come home!” Her bleak gown, torn as a tattered […]