[00:00.000] 作词 : Bobin Eirth[00:01.000] 作曲 : Bobin Eirth[01:05.353]Childhood made a Poet's Lyre[01:12.687]Hands embroidered in limbs of dark briar[01:19.707]Bent to the wind's plaintive whistling words[01:26.783]Scattering whispers in your nettled hood[01:33.908]Would they fall to a weathered home[01:40.936]With branches of arms for a laden pillow[01:48.065]And years wrought of withering laurels[01:55.592]Blossoms now on the apple boughs[02:02.516]Stars are near to the shaded arbor[02:09.950]Once a hand could touch[02:17.178]Wherefore the other will search[02:22.016][03:08.264]Childhood made a Poet's Lyre[03:15.474]Heart enfolded in wings of black bird[03:22.907]Could they fly on feathers borne[03:29.985]When lips salute the Hazel's Horn[03:37.463]Or would they crawl through a weathered home[03:44.097]Should lips encumber a mordant moan[03:51.782]Bent to the wind's whistling word[03:59.245]What cloudy guest at this darkened hearth[04:06.928]What cloistered heart to hold the black earth[04:14.761]Once a hand could touch[04:22.099]Wherefore the other will search