In the garden mount lies a wooden fire Drown in waters, drown in shame Run through the leaves Cover the Earth like a boreal shroud The Sun rays have gone Gold turn silver When green wanted red To colour feeling grey The colourful for me emerged in grey gloss [?] In the garden mount lies a wooden fire Drown in waters, drown in shame Run through the leaves Cover the Earth like a boreal shroud The Sun rays have gone Gold turn silver When green wanted red To colour feeling grey The colourful for me emerged in grey gloss [?]