The Fold

And when you wake, you'll wake in the morning Your fingers cold Your fields to be sown Feeble today, just like the seedlings Asleep in the fold But one day, you'll grow Alders breathing, keeping, weeping Leaves all sinking, fever dreaming Brothers sleeping, wolves all creeping Weavers, weaving, nothing And what you take, you'll take it for storing The bitter snow The winter you know Feeble today, just like the seedlings Sleeping in the fold But one day, you'll grow Alders breathing, keeping, weeping Leaves all sinking, fever dreaming Brothers sleeping, wolves all creeping Weavers, weaving, nothing Alders breathing, keeping, weeping Leaves all sinking, fever dreaming Brothers sleeping, wolves all creeping Weavers, weaving, nothing