The little gnome trudged onward through the forest. Overhead, the storm raged fierce. He was bringing forth gifts unto the child of Eye. The people of the village danced gaily. For seven days and seven nights, the storm continued, as did the celebration. The gnome saw Eye as the children came forth to greet him. "Why must you cry from the child of Eye?" spoke the mother, bringing warmth and shelter. The storm raged fierce, as the fleece was carved from the mountain of God. The gnome cried when the child of eye began to fly. "It is I who cries, it is I who cries. It is for Eye," he sighed. "It is for Eye," he sighed.
The little gnome trudged onward through the forest.
Overhead, the storm raged fierce.
He was bringing forth gifts unto the child of Eye.
The people of the village danced gaily.
For seven days and seven nights, the storm continued, as did the celebration.
The gnome saw Eye as the children came forth to greet him.
"Why must you cry from the child of Eye?" spoke the mother, bringing warmth and shelter.
The storm raged fierce, as the fleece was carved from the mountain of God.
The gnome cried when the child of eye began to fly.
"It is I who cries, it is I who cries. It is for Eye," he sighed.
"It is for Eye," he sighed.