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…