Song | Star Catcher |
Artist | Old Silver Key |
Album | Tales of Wanderings |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I'll gather a handful of stars | |
Sitting in a boat-crescent | |
Will disperse | |
The waves-clouds | |
With chilling wind | |
Hit the bank shore...tree tops | |
And descend the branches | |
To the forest lake | |
My crown of stars | |
i'll wrap in a sack of moss | |
and emerald fragrant grass | |
throw into the waters dark | |
for huge black fish swallow | |
when the water turns into ice | |
let the wanderer tired | |
catch that fish | |
with moonlight, with silent old song | |
let my crown of stars be a gift for him | |
milky way...his throne. |