Tilly

Lyrics

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!