When Shadows Grow Longer When shadows grow ...
O gothic moon thy shine encharmest me tonight Bereaves...
Dying Brokenhearted A bed of moss was granted sh...
Melancholy still my desire for thy precious traged...
Lifeless they fall apart Golden as our precious ar...
Many Moons Ago A night of december so dark and cold I...
The Sad Song Of The Wind Bes till O wand re...
And again the moon is on the wave gliding ge...
The Shepherd And The Maiden Ghost ...
Where At Night The Wood Grouse ...
and many a moon shall rise and lead me into...
Meagre trees in the shrouds as olde as the stones Mourners ...
