Midwinter - Magna Carta

child of the sun, will you go where the wind blows

winter trees stand heavy in the snow

frost holds your breath in her handshake of iron ooh oooh ooohh

child of the sun, is your coat warm about you

and cold is the world and not so kind

ice for your diamonds

silver for your necklace, you will find

white on white, the snow slowly falling

soft and low

the east wind is speaking, in midwinter

For I must go far away before the sunrise

where leaves speak in whispers in the cold

the wind stirs the embers,

with long forgotten faces growing Old

white on white, the snow slowly falling

soft and low

the east wind is speaking, in midwinter