When winter came this year she found me well prepared for her
The flame well fed with pine, shuttered windows oakwood doors
From the low dales come the fiddler, gave his tunes their flight
Don't know her name or the dance that became her so well
From topmost limb of night's dark tree
Tonight my lantern light floats free
The ladies danced so well, the ladies danced so light
But it was not mortal step drew me from my guests to meet the night
Snow lies deep with friends unseen
I will light my eyes to Venus green
Holding my life with a hope
When the midnight skies rise,
She flies
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