Frozen streams and vapors gray,
Cold and waste the landscape lay
Then a hale of wind.
Spin the fog and spin the mist
Still we walked on through woods and wintry gray,
Home through woods where winter lay
Cold and dark
(Waiting for a change in the weather.
Waiting for a shift in the air.
Could we get there together, ever?
Waiting for our late, late return)
Through the woods.
Home through the woods where winter lay