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…