The Old Grist Mill
Led through the mist
By the milk light of the moon
All that was lost
Is revealed
Our long bygone burdens
Mere echoes of the spring
But where have we come
And where shall we end
If dreams can't come true
Then why not pretend
Oh, how the gentle wind
Beckons through the leaves
As autumn colors fall
Somewhere lost in the clouded annals of history lies a place that few have seen. A mysterious place, called the "Unknown." Where long forgotten stories are revealed to those who travel through the woods.
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Over the Garden Wall Songs
RandomThis is all the Over the Garden Wall songs. I hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading. All the credit goes to Patrick McHale.
