Anyway

A mist comes o'er the shore, from out of the sea's embraceThe sun just going down the red without a faceA mist falls on the water through the curtain lace** anyplaceA white to hurt the eyes stretches the fields afarThe brightness of the full moon, footprints show where you areThe snow becomes a mirror for the northerns tar** there you areOh mountains far, your bigness makes me near to youAnd flowers small your gentleness is how you grewBut those teardrops on your petals, are they only dew?** wish I knewA man holds tight his lady in the evening gladeHis coat around her shoulders keeps the chill awayA willow spreads its limbs to make a lovers shade** anyway...