These strong stone walls, a fortress
From the restless moaning wind
After the cold, this warmth is bliss
The
peace brings chaos to an end
The
buffeting force of the gale outside
Gives
way to the quiet of this inner space
The
thick stout stones a place to hide
From
the weather in this rugged place
Outside
the land is wild and rough
Though
beautiful in the shining sun
Inside
the shelter homely enough
A
towered defence for a prince long gone
