Luyện nghe bài hát Children Of The Harvest

Seems we are to live our final
Far the dwellings of men
As tides and shifting sands
Far from the bitter gaze of less man

In sorrow we fly from our loved
To die in the of the wild
My brethren can seek no shelter beneath wings
dead men rise from their graves

How sad it is for me to see
My fathers halls
once prideful men clashed as Gods
With veins and hearts of thunder

Yet my fathers are long since dead and
And I with so heavy
And limbs so
It our sun is all but dimmed

And we children have
Wandered for
And the cruel blast of freezing winds
But the harshest of all to come...

To at last to an empty home

"Adapted and altered from the Irish folklore
of the Children of Lir, turned to swans and
to for 300 years before returning home...to an empty
home. An interesting for an allegorical tale. One of
displacement, disenchantment and alienation...from world
and its ways. Longing for Age...
time, another place..."