Frozen streams and vapours gray, cold and waste the landscape lay... Then a hale of wind.
Hither-Whirling, Thither-Swirling, 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...