Текст песни: Blackthorn Winter + перевод

In a blackthorn winter

There was frost upon the ground

And she gathered her aprons and picked up her baskets

And scattered seeds around

And the shape of her honour was

A simple case of pride…

Ooh, ooh

And in a blackthorn winter

There were hands upon the spade

And she thought of the garden, the bread, and the promise

And other things she’d made

And the shape of her longing was

A thing she kept inside

Ooh, ooh

She put food on the table and logs on the fire

A-ah, ah…

A-ah, ah…

Oh, in a blackthorn winter

She was mute, and she was spent

As she gave back the courage, the strength and the passion

She’d borrowed or been lent

And the shape of her grieving was

A thing she’d held too long

Ooh, ooh…

And in a blackthorn winter

She opened up the earth

She kissed out the candle

She’d lit for pale Bridget

Waiting for the birth

And the shape of her praying was

The silence and the song…

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