Garden's robed in
Snow
When did your hair become this white?
I-hi-hi
Oh, and soft is your chest
And wolves they snarl thru pearly whites
And your back it is hunched by
Many a mighty wind
Are you weary my mother?
Are the clouds how they used to be?
Dry your eyes dearest mother
Fall asleep in the blooming sea
Looming in the distance
Creatures roam
Your knuckles pale from carrying
Dreams you had in the spring