as i went a walking one morning in spring i met with some travelers on an old country lane one was an old man the second a maid the third was a young boy who smiled as he said with the wind in the willows the birds in the sky there s a bright sun to warm us wherever we lie we have bread and fishes and a jug of red wine to share on our journey with all of mankind so i asked them to tell me their name and their race so i could remember each smile on their face our names they mean nothing they change throughout time so come sit beside us and share in our wine with the wind in the willows the birds in the sky there s a bright sun to warm us wherever we lie we have bread and fishes and a jug of red wine to share on our journey with all of mankind so i sat down beside them with flowers all around we et from a mantle spread out on the ground they told me of prophets and peoples and kings and all of the one god that knows everything we re traveling to glaston over england s gren lanes to hear of men s troubles to hear of their pains we travel the wide world over land and the sea to tell all the people how they can be free  with the wind in the willows the birds in the sky there s a bright sun to warm us wherever we lie we have bread and fishes and a jug of red wine to share on our journey with all of mankind so sadly i left them in that old country lane for i knew that i d never see them again one was an old man the second a maid the third was a young boy who smiled as he said with the wind in the willows the birds in the sky there s a bright sun to warm us wherever we lie we have bread and fishes and a jug of red wine to share on our journey with all of mankind with the wind in the willows the birds in the sky there s a bright sun to warm us wherever we lie we have bread and fishes and a jug of red wine to share on our journey with all of mankind all of mankind
['bardcore', 'medieval folk', 'neoclassical darkwave']