
Lyrics to Where At Night The Wood Grouse Plays
When through the starry nights the mists of autumn glide
The air is filled with tragedies of olden times,
Where with a dreadful tone a nightbird plays its song
In forests dark at moors they come to life...
The air is filled with tragedies of olden times,
Where with a dreadful tone a nightbird plays its song
In forests dark at moors they come to life...
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