Reposted by Margy MacMillan
Hark! heare the wynde blowe!
Wacche the sonne ryse!
Runninge yn the shadowes,
Curse thy love, curse thy lies.
And yf thou ne dost not love me now
Thou wilt nevir love me agayne -
Ich kan yet heare thee sayinge:
Thou wouldst nevir breake the chayne
#FleetwoodMac #OFMD