Where the gray bushes by the gray sea grow, Where the gray islands lie, Naked and bare to all the winds that blow, Under the dim gray sky. The very flowers are gray, and dare not show The blue we know the little harebell by.
Where the gray bushes by the gray sea grow, Where the gray islands lie, Naked and bare to all the winds that blow, Under the dim gray sky. The very flowers are gray, and dare not show The blue we know the little harebell by.