The Cold Song
Nanette Scriba
The Cold Song
What kind of power are you
That made me rise from below
Unwillingly and slow
From beds of eternal snow?
Don't you see
How stiff I am
How stiff and strangely old
Completely unable
To bear the bitter cold?
I can hardly move
Can't catch my breath
Can hardly move
Can't catch my breath
Let me, let me
Let me freeze again
Let me, let me
Freeze to death again
Let me, let me
Let me once more
Freeze to death.