The 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 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