The cold, oh! The cold, it bites
All around me and in my young heart
Chill me, burn me, break me, take me
The sorrow runs deep as the frosty waves below, pounding and harsh.
Alone, so cold and alone.
Bitter winds sweep around my thin skirt, I am a glacial stone
Yet, in the apathies of this curse, I sense one thing
The rough yet warm cloth wraps around me
You. Oh, you. You sweet girl who has taken pity
When all feels so awful and this crossing is a terrible dream
You have seen a lass struggling on this icy journey
You watched the lonesome girl straggle as her bare feet bleed
This scarf. This scarf you wrap around me, it mends
You of anyone I have seen, you are my only friend
In a world without light, across the sheets of frozen ice
We huddle together, your black scarf around my neck, as we witness the first sunrise
