Thuletide Comes the cloven smile Winter night I draw you And all the branches bend Like a skeleton in the wind Now the air is white Seeking flames so warm and high In the Witching-Hour In the snow-white world of Thule Like your Grandmothers ghost All the leaves just disappear Before the eyes are shut Will they shine, oh will they ever open? All the cloven trees All the nocturnal frozen breath Come and see, my love Come and fall unto this icy heaven