Flight

Cold and keen the north wind blows, Silent falls the shroud of snows. You who gave me your heart Let us join hands and depart! Is this a time for delay? Now, while we may, Let us away. Wailingly the north wind goes, Wailing through a whirl of snows. You who gave me your heart Let us join hands and depart! Is this a time for delay? Now, while we may, Let us away. Only the lonely fox is red, Black but the crow-flight overhead. You who gave me your heart, The chariot creaks to depart, Is this a time for delay? Now, while we may, Let us away.