Verse 3 (closing) Stones hold the hollow of each whispered vow, Night folds the village like cloth on a plow. Wherever we wander, wherever we roam, This path is our saving, this path is our home.
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Verse 3 (closing) Stones hold the hollow of each whispered vow, Night folds the village like cloth on a plow. Wherever we wander, wherever we roam, This path is our saving, this path is our home.