Frozen streams and vapours gray,
cold and waste the landscape lay.
Then a hale of wind Hither Spinn the fog and spinn the mist.
Still we walked on through woods and wintry gray,
home through woods where winter lay (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.
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