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letra de the witch - charles villiers stanford

i have walked a great while over the snow
and i am not tall nor strong
my clothes are wet, and my teeth are set
and the way was hard and long
i have wandered over the fruitful earth
but i never came here before
oh, lift me over the threshold, and let me in at the door!
the cutting wind is a cruel foe
i dare not stand in the blast
my hands are stone, and my voice a groan
and the worst of death is past
i am but a little maiden still
my little white feet are sore
oh, lift me over the threshold, and let me in at the door!
her voice was the voice that women have
who plead for their heart’s desire
she came — she came — and the quivering flame
sank and died in the fire
it never was lit again on my hearth
since i hurried across the floor
to lift her over the threshold, and let her in at the door

- charles villiers stanford

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