Torn between sea mists and solid land
Nights when I’ve ached for a human hand
I’ll come to you while the Moon shines bright
But I must go free with the first streak of light
_Celtic Voices ~ Women of song
Torn between sea mists and solid land
Nights when I’ve ached for a human hand
I’ll come to you while the Moon shines bright
But I must go free with the first streak of light
_Celtic Voices ~ Women of song
Great sketch:)