Strains of Twilight ext v1.2.2
Criado por Melchior com Udio AI
Lyrics
Faces gather 'round, from near and far As the evening is crowned by the North Star In his glance, a silent promise made To lift the hearts of both maid and knave As the softness of dusk begins to wane He tunes the strings, 'neath the waxing moon's reign Whither goest thou, my gentle swain? With thy lute's soft strains in the evening? Ye tall and handsome, with eyes so keen Will thou strum a tune for my heart's ease? I cherish the streams, and I cherish the thyme And the nightingales' song tenderly Dost thou hear the breeze, sweet melody The moon doth glow upon thy face so fair Enchanting night, by starlight we're embraced Will thy fingers weave, through notes in air? [Chorus] Play on, play on, my gentle troubadour Each chord a balm, each note a prayer Beneath the vault of the whispering trees Harmony soars on the softest breeze Thy cloak it rustles as shadows twine In the dance of stars, a fate divine Tales of old, thou dost gracefully unfold A minstrel's gift, more precious than gold
