Frozen streams and vapours gray,

cold and waste the landscape lay...

Then a hale of wind.

Hither-Whirling, Thither-Swilrling,

Spinn the fog and spinn 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...