WHEN YOU LEFT ME,
MY BABE, MY LOVE,
THE SNOW HAS COVERED
LAND ABOVE.
AND WAITING FOR
BEAUTIFUL SPRING,
WE STAYED APART
IN SORROW RING.
AGAIN, THE ENDLESS SNOW
IS SOWN,
IT GLIDES ON PANES
AND WALLS ALONE.
THE COLD OF SNOWY
BLANKETS SPREADS
UPON THE FIELDS
AND SOFTLY TREADS.
THROUGH DREAMS OF DAYS
PURE AND WHITE,
SNOW SETTLES WITHIN ME
DAY AND NIGHT.
IT DRAWS ME UPON THE PANE,
SOME PATTERNS FORMED,
OR JUST ASH'S STAIN.
PERHAPS IT'S ASHES
FROM THE FIRE,
IN FIREPLACE,
WITH STONES SO DIRE,
AS SPRING FOLLOWS
IN ITS STRIDE,
THE DREAMS OF SPRING
WILL SOON RESIDE.
WINTER AND SPRING
ARE BOTH ON EARTH,
YOUR STUNNING FACE
BELONGS TO BOTH.
WHAT SHOULD EXPECT
WE AT THE DAWN?
I WISH TO SEE
YOUR LOVE BESTOWED.
WITH SPRING, SOME
CLARITY WILL RISE,
SNOW CAN'T COMPETE,
IN HER GUISE.
AT FIRST, IN DREAMS,
IT'LL COME TO CLOSE,
AND AFTER SLEEP,
THE SNOW'LL DEPOSE.
THROUGH DREAMS OF SPRING
AGAIN ON SITE
YOU SETTLE WITHIN
ME DAY AND NIGHT.
ERASING PATTERNS
FROM THE PANES,
REMOVING WINTER'S
COLD AND PAIN.
THE DREAM OF MINE
WILL ROLL LIKE BALL,
IT'LL MEET A SHADOW
ON THE WALL.
ONLY THE CHILL
FROM SHADOWS CAST,
REMINDS OF WINTER'S
FROZEN PAST.
ACROSS THE LAND,
SOMEWHERE THERE,
UP NORTH, THEY SPEAK
AS IF IN AIR.
BY MORNING TIME,
THEY MAY FORGET,
OR WILL REMEMBER?
IT'S NOT SET.
ACROSS THE LAND,
SOMEWHERE THERE,
UP NORTH, THEY SPEAK
AS IF IN AIR.
BY MORNING TIME,
THEY MAY FORGET,
OR WILL REMEMBER?
IT'S NOT SET