I come from the northern woods, I dwell

in the snow, I found all my answers long

ago

the winter the enemy, and summer is

cold, the gods in the sky are growing

old



the sky is my only roof, the forest my

friend, the river is in my blood, i stay to

the end



the forest is wet and cold, the forest is

dark, say, have i the will to leave my

mark

I ask to the northern star, it's up in

the sky, I wanted to know I before I die