Hunter's Lullaby
clean snow in my bed,
the paths in the forest
all tainted in bright red.
Full moon by the kitchen,
dry leaves on the floor,
down here it´s so quiet
I can hear every door.
Silent roses
to hide my sleeping child,
I wait for the hunter
who lost his soul in the wilds.
My hips shape a craddle,
my heart is full of milk,
I pray for the morning
to come back without guilt.
Rusty roses,
a winter lullaby,
I wait for the hunter
who comes in tears from the wilds.
Green and yellow,
baby, I´m dying to feel
your weight on me,
so sweet and mellow.
Sooner or later
you´ll come down on your knees.
Autor(es): Christina Rosenvinge