ernest john moeran - tilly lyrics
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he travels after a winter sun
urging the cattle along a cold red road
calling to them, a voice they know
he drives his beasts above cabra
the voice tells them home is warm
they moo and make brute music with their hoofs
he drives them with a flowering branch before him
smoke pluming their foreheads
boor, bond of the herd
tonight stretch full by the fire!
i bleed by the black stream
for my torn bough!
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