Icicles and pinnacles, frosted windows in the morning
Can't find the sun, don't know where the wind blows so coldly
And as I wipe the snow from off the windowsill
I hear his voice: I will return
I will return
Springtime came to us to quickly
She stole all the winter's cloak of gloom
Peacock feathers round her shoulders
She tore open the buds too soon
And she's taking you away on a steel ship
And I remember your blonde hair against the iron mast
Black as death and the dark clouds
Making the way along the rolling sea
I will return to you, I will return to you again
I will return to you, I will return to you again
The snow lies thick upon the ground
Weeping winter women wander through the streets
Searching through the snowflakes for something true
Icicles and pinnacles, frosted windows in the morning
Can't find the sun, don't know where the wind blows so coldly
And as I wipe the snow from off the windowsill
I hear his voice: I will return
I will return
