Mount Wroclai (Idle Days)

And I know Winter will pass by slow Without my heart, what can I do? You're in the halls, the bell gives way to a larger swell Without my heart, what can I do? Mount Wroclai Mount Wroclai Mount Wroclai Mount Wroclai And we grow fat on the charms of our idle dreary days Seen the shadows grow, see an ominous display With no alarm, could we say we'd have expected this way? Our desires have died; give incent to play Mount Wroclai Mount Wroclai Mount Wroclai Mount Wroclai Mount Wroclai Mount Wroclai Mount Wroclai Mount Wroclai Mount Wroclai