Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal,
There where the vines cling crimson on the wall,
And in the twilight wait for what will come.


'Luke Havergal' (1896)


Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal, There where the vines cling crimson on the wall, And in the twilight wait for what will come.

Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal, There where the vines cling crimson on the wall, And in the twilight wait for what will come.

Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal, There where the vines cling crimson on the wall, And in the twilight wait for what will come.

Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal, There where the vines cling crimson on the wall, And in the twilight wait for what will come.