Dew on the sycamore branch.
Softly love and to love softly.
Dew on the sycamore branch,
by the creaking gate
where my heart hurries afterwards
through the path of wheat along the briar,
to that stone, under which I lie.
- Unknown, recited on "The Tudors" 1x9.
Dew on the sycamore branch,
by the creaking gate
where my heart hurries afterwards
through the path of wheat along the briar,
to that stone, under which I lie.
- Unknown, recited on "The Tudors" 1x9.