Winter, come down from your stone so cold above Tender, reach your silent arms unto the dark The frozen soil, blue-tinted hues Come rain, come sleet and snow The rocky cliff, the mountain cruel Come, claim what waits for you The naked branches clad in gentle white Woven perfect in the silent forge Shallow water frozen over Delicate crystals of sudden cold The tender soil Late autumn's wind Figures etched on frozen stone The fleeting dawn's splendour A glimpse of a waning sun The last sullen warmth Winter, come down from your stone so cold above The rocky cliff, the mountain cruel Come, claim what waits for you