Under the earth I go,
On the oak-leaf I stand,
I ride on the filly that never was foaled,
And I carry the dead
in my hand.
From a traditional Highland Scot’s story…
April 1, 2007 at 1:14 pm (General)
Under the earth I go,
On the oak-leaf I stand,
I ride on the filly that never was foaled,
And I carry the dead
in my hand.
From a traditional Highland Scot’s story…
