Mice
Gloria
At last the dusk came golden and misty
Over the field the blue sky slowly darkened
And the mice began to think about getting home
All the food was finished up they hid in rush
When the snow are lying deep and frosty stars be jewel the night
When the field had gone to sleep
when summer stream had turned to ice
They walked back through the fields in the evening sun
Looking very splendid in the wedding clothes
The old vole was taken back to his hole first
The rest gradually made their way home
At last the dusk came golden and misty
Over the field the blue sky slowly darkened
And the mice began to think about getting home
All the food was finished up they hid in rush
When the snow are lying deep and frosty stars be jewel the night
When the field had gone to sleep
when summer stream had turned to ice
They walked back through the fields in the evening sun
Looking very splendid in the wedding clothes
The old vole was taken back to his hole first
The rest gradually made their way home
The rest gradually made their way home