Alone I awake
The rosy fingers of dawn
Stir the horizon
The lark’s song, so sweet, so cruel
Mocks me in my solitude
Link: progression from moonlight to early dawn
Alone I awake
The rosy fingers of dawn
Stir the horizon
The lark’s song, so sweet, so cruel
Mocks me in my solitude
Link: progression from moonlight to early dawn