The Missing Testo

Testo The Missing

She never watched the morning rising, Too busy with the days firt chores But oft she would watch the sun´s faiding As the cold of night crept across the moors And in that moment She felt the loss Of everything that Had been missed So used to feeling the spirit sink She had not felt hear own heart´s wish Heo naefre wacode daegred To bisig mid daegeweorcum Ac oft heo wacode sunnanwanung Thonne nihtciele creap geond moras And on thaere hwile Heo dreag tha losinga Ealra thinga the heo forleas. Heo swa oft dreag hire sawle sincende Heo ne cuthe hire heortan lust