Testo The Missing

She never watched the morning rising, Too busy with the days first chores But oft she would watch the sun´s fading As the cold of night crept across the moors And in that moment She felt the loss Of everything that Had been missed So used to feeling the spirit sink She had not felt her own heart´s wish Héo naefre wacode daegréd Tó bisig mid daegeweorcum Ac oft héo wacode sunnanwanung Thonne nihtciele créap geond móras And on thaere hwile Héo dréag thá losinga Ealra thinga the héo forléas. Héo swá oft dréag hire sáwle sincende Héo ne cúthe hire heortan lust