Aye, The howling wind

Blowing snow though the air

The cold flakes of ice

Hitting my cheek

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And when the snow cracks beneath me,

And my foot is stuck

The daggers of ice

Pricking my leg.

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Aye, the howling wind

Blowing snow through the air

Whipping through the trees

Across the hill

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And in the distance

I see the light of a fire

But the flames dance far way

And to reach them is dangerous

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Aye, the howling wind

Blowing snow through the air

Blasting through the woods

Howling through my ears.

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I can see something there

Perhaps it is an illusion

Born of swirling snow

And the light of the rising sun

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