But the very next daye ther came a wolf,
Wyth sinews of whispers - quiet as frost,
And the wolf stole my hearte, fled
To a tower out of tyme biyonde all the stars.
Seek now my hearte,
Return it within a yeare and a daye:
Thys ys thy queste!
But the very next daye ther came a wolf,
Wyth sinews of whispers - quiet as frost,
And the wolf stole my hearte, fled
To a tower out of tyme biyonde all the stars.
Seek now my hearte,
Return it within a yeare and a daye:
Thys ys thy queste!