A few years have pa**ed away When she said goodbye to her love I told her not to wait at home Drown in tears alone and frown Warm touch of ash is like a fire In her lap she's got a creeps She puts off her dress of fire Like a groaning autumn trees At the horizon the crescent disappears The gloomy black night is coming soon Salubrious breeze for her soul Time of fury wakes her up Christmas moon shining So full still bright Make me pure I renounce my sins Inside of this mist Of shady lights In wicket i'm wincing Got frozen by cold It is snowing The wind takes the light away The wind's blowing The snow drifts my footsteps