White Owl - Uncle Matthew текст песни

Uncle Matthew`s in good mood as usual
Writing letters at the bedroom window
Blossoming flowers from his own garden
A weary hand on someone1s shoulder.

He's got nothing to say.

A cup of tea and a morning paper
Easy breakfast with a little pleasure
Sticky porridge with a bottle of porter
A weary hand that rocks the cradle.

He's got nothing to say.

Uncle Matthew`s in good mood as usual
Wooden chairs around the round table
Raincoats hanging on the holfast in the hall
Shuffled cards, dim light of candles.

He's got nothing to say.

(Hagnir-Elain)