A Feather on the Wind

Why weather why
Would cry this long to
A lover must did die
And the fog of heaven
That lower, lowers and
Conceals the moony eye

Aye brother aye
So lie again and keep
Inner thoughts and sly
Your face to me is
Properly devoured hourly
By wolves at night

I would rather die
And starve amidst the snow
Than let you go
Murdering family by family
Families my families
Laughing as you go on travelling