jenny of oldstones

• florence'ımın ağzına yüreğine kızıl saçlarına sağlık. nasıl da yakışmış diziye. sözlerini de yazayım tam olsun:
  
  high in the halls of the kings who are gone
  jenny would dance with her ghosts
  the ones she had lost and the ones she had found
  and the ones who had loved her the most
  
  the ones who'd been gone for so very long
  she couldn't remember their names
  they spun her around on the damp old stones
  spun away all her sorrow and pain
  
  and she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
  never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
  
  they danced through the day
  and into the night through the snow that swept through the hall
  from winter to summer then winter again
  til the walls did crumble and fall