Cold Song

What power art thou who from below

Hast made me rise unwillingly and slow

From beds of everlasting snow?

See'st thou not how stiff, how stiff and wondrous old

Far, far unfit to bear the bitter cold

I can scarcely move or draw my breath

Can scarcely move or draw my breath

Let me, let me, let me freeze again

Let me, let me, freeze again to death

Let me, let me,  let me freeze again to death