Wintry Grey

Frozen streams and vapours gray, 
cold and waste the landscape lay... 
Then a hale of wind. 

Hither-Whirling, Thither-Swilrling, 
Spinn the fog and spinn the mist... 
Still we walked on through woods and wintry gray, 
home through woods where winter lay - Cold and dark... 

(Waiting for a change in the weather. 
Waiting for a shift in the air. 
Could we get there together, ever? 
Waiting for our late, late return) 

Through the woods. Home through the woods where winter lay...