Moss Kitsune - The Eastern Door (Gothic Folk)

A mother waits by the stove for someone who crossed the river at dawn Lyrics You left the gate unlatched at dawn, The frost still silver on the chain. I found your mitten by the well, Its wool darkened with thawing rain. Tell me plainly, are you coming home? The bread is wrapped, the kettle's warm. I'll keep one place beside the stove, The eastern door unbarred till morn. Your sister came from Veles road, With muddy hems and folded hands. She said the river took the bridge, And spring has loosened all the land. Tell me plainly, are you coming home? The bread is wrapped, the kettle’s warm. I’ll keep one place beside the stove, And leave the eastern door unbarred. The coals go red beneath the ash. The dawn comes slow across the yard.