Lonesome Valley

Here come the wolves in the lonesome valley

Here comes the cold, it's by your sake

There is no one to look there with you

You got cold, that piles upFor mother's sake, widow she has turned

Just before her breath was gone

I cannot trust the path to his house

Are you here, be left alone?Someone say that you?

But they say he was aging

But my hope in?

That he was a creature atoned

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