Mount Wroclai [Idle Days] lyrics

And a long winter will pass by slow

Without my heart, what can I do, oh?

In the halls the bell gives way to a larger swell

Without my heart, what can I do, oh?

Mount Wroclai

And we grow fat on the charms of our idle dreary days

See the shadows grow, see an ominous display

With no alarm could we say we'd have expected this away

Our desires have died, give incent to play

Mount Wroclai