“Gretchen at her Spinning Wheel”
My solace is gone My heart feels dead, It’s gone forever, Forevermore fled. His absence is To me a grave; The world seems lifeless Without his gaze. […]
My solace is gone My heart feels dead, It’s gone forever, Forevermore fled. His absence is To me a grave; The world seems lifeless Without his gaze. […]
Who goes there riding through the night and fog?— A father and son come journeying along. He holds him tight as he rides through the storm, He grips him safely and he keeps him warm. […]