Persephone`s Dream — текст песни (Stonecircle)

(music and lyrics by G. Schoemaker)
Late in the evening, when fires burn bright,
Sparks float above the fallen snow.
A lonely fair maiden stares at the light,
Watching her many dreams aglow.
Winter`s dream, winter`s dream
(Cold, cold, winter`s eve)
Bread made this morning in ovens of stone,
Crumbs on the tabletop remain.
Wine made from cherries she`s drinking alone,
Spilling her memories like rain.
A shawl spun from cotton, linen and flax
Covered the maiden where she lay.
Consciousness passing, over and back,
Keeping the furies all at bay.
The maiden wakes slowly, there`s ash in her hair.
The soft glow of embers strike her bed.
Demeter`s young daughter accepts Hades` care,
A cold winter`s reverie ahead.