Из альбома: Whatever, Mortal
I was singing like a bird
from my porch just to hear
my own voice echo in the canyon
when she appeared before me
protected from the cold
ringing with the echo in her heart
she walked up to the porch
and I sang a good bit further
until we both sat there in silence
I asked her to my living room
a place where we can warm our bones
she said, but I am warmed by the singing
and I can hear my husbandman
returning from his labor
and I have no food on the table
as quick as she came earlier
she went back to the forest
with a trail of roses behind her
it snowed for many weeks
until I couldn't see the forest
and the blush had faded from the roses
and while it dropped I worked a lot
to gather wood and keep it hot
and clear the porch off for singing
it was brighter than the other nights
the snow was filled with moonlight
there was not a sound in the canyon
so I sang softly o my old song
building for a time so long
until my echo traveled through the forest
and there she was standing there
the moonlight in her auburn hair
completely protected from the cold
and all about her in the snow
ruby red and black as coal
roses had blossomed all around her