When long shadows fall and dwarf the trees at evening When white winter light burnishes the streams Then I will bring you a coat of soft lambs wool To keep your back from the keen northern wind When snow shames the sheep that huddle to the leeward When snowdrops peep from darkness unfurled Then I will bring you boots with fur linings To keep your feet dry as you walk o'er the world
When home becomes a prison and snowdrifts lock the door When February Fildyke drenches the moor When black rain freezes and whips at your hand Then I will bring you a carriage with wheels of wind To take you away from this barren land
