The Winterling

COLD OLD SUMMER

SWALLOWED SPRING

WE WRAP UP IN AUTUMN

TILL YOU'RE MY WINTERLING

WINTER BELLS THEY RING

AND ALL THE SNOW FELL

WE WALK FROM THE CAVE

AND FOLLOW THE WHITE PRINTS

RED ROBIN ON YOUR GRAVE

WINTER BELLS THEY RING

YOU'RE MY WINTERLING

YOU'RE MY WINTERLING

YOU'RE MY WINTERLING

A CALL FROM THE NEIGHBORS

FRESH IVY ON THE DOOR

SPARKLES ON THE TABLE

YOUR GHOST FOLLOWS WHERE WE GO

WINTER BELLS THEY RING

YOU'RE MY WINTERLING

YOU'RE MY WINTERLING

YOU'RE MY WINTERLING