Night arrives again in the northern woods

Cloaking all light under its dim hood

All is silent except for the winds mellow croon

Echoing in the midwinter night



And when shadeof the swan reflects from ice

You will know that someone has died

And when the wind blows from the north

you can hear the souls cry



And in the moon's pale light

Death took the form of an swan

Up from the depths of Tuonela it rose to its wings

Age old song of death it sings



And when shade of the swan reflects from ice

You will know that someone has died

And when the wind blows from the north

As she silently flies through the nightskies