In the woodlands low born of ice and snow
there is a maiden weeping tonight.
Snow falls softly neath the winter moon.
Forest bare and white, she dwells there by night.
Listen to her cry sorrow's song
tears falls softly 'neath the winter moon.
Breathless, icy, bright. Daughter of the night.
Oh, who do you cry for?
Keening softly 'neath the winter moon.