On the side of a hill in the deep, forest green, tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground. Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
Tell her to find me an acre of land.
On the side of a hill in the deep, forest green, tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground. Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
Tell her to find me an acre of land.
