All Their Sisters

[?] loves watching the shadows forming Dreaming of golden Summer Seagulls are [?] [Little goblet?] with wonder Daylight heavy with scents of the people Leaving it open [?] You can hear the [?] raging Buried and tangled in winds [She will ring the?] lullaby right off the water Making you lax into slumber Circles are standing [?] the moorhens Tickled by tips of the Winter Dreaming of golden Summer [Little goblet?] with wonder Leaving it open [?] Buried and tangled in winds Making you lax into slumber Tickled by tips of the Winter Dreaming of golden Summer [Little goblet?] with wonder Leaving it open [?] Buried and tangled in winds Making you lax into slumber Tickled by tips of the Winter