the little gnome trudged on through the forest
overhead the storm raged fierce
he was bringing forth gifts onto the child of eye
the people of the village danced gaily
for seven days and seven nights the storm continued, as did the celebration
the gnome saw eye as the children came forth to greet him
"why must you cry from the child of eye?" spoke the mother, bringing warmth and shelter
the storm raged fierce as the fleece was carved from the mountain of god
the gnome cried from the child of eye began to fly
"it is eye who cries, it is eye who cries"
"it is for eye," he sighed
"it is for eye," he sighed
correction of my previous comment:
the little gnome trudged on through the forest overhead the storm raged fierce he was bringing forth gifts onto the child of eye the people of the village danced gaily for seven days and seven nights the storm continued, as did the celebration the gnome saw eye as the children came forth to greet him "why must you cry from the child of eye?" spoke the mother, bringing warmth and shelter the storm raged fierce as the fleece was carved from the mountain of god the gnome cried from the child of eye began to fly "it is eye who cries, it is eye who cries" "it is for eye," he sighed "it is for eye," he sighed