I am resting in my frail hut
Yesterdays fires smoulder
The harsh winds are about to return
The black gulls have migrated
Warmer islands await them
They will return with the blossom
I am resting in my frail hut
Yesterdays fires smoulder
The harsh winds are about to return
The black gulls have migrated
Warmer islands await them
They will return with the blossom