Mice

[ti:Mice] [ar:Gloria] [al:Goodmorningloria] [by:季风网-【http://www.ip21.cn】] [offset:0] Mice - Gloria Written by：Gloria Tang At last the dusk came golden and misty Over the field the blue sky slowly darkened And the mice began to think about getting home All the food was finished up they hid in rush When the snow are lying deep And frosty stars be jewel the night When the field had gone to sleep When summer stream had turned to ice They walked back through The fields in the evening sun Looking very splendid in the wedding clothes The old vole was taken back to his hole first The rest gradually made their way home At last the dusk came golden and misty Over the field the blue sky slowly darkened And the mice began to think about getting home All the food was finished up they hid in rush When the snow are lying deep And frosty stars be jewel the night When the field had gone to sleep When summer stream had turned to ice They walked back through The fields in the evening sun Looking very splendid in the wedding clothes The old vole was taken back to his hole first The rest gradually made their way home