[Wind and tin whistle] Silver hair like winter thread, crystal crowning on my head The northern sea sings cold and grey, the love I knew has slipped away I wear the frost like lace and pearl, the loneliest girl in all the world No hand to warm, no voice to call, just snow on the Antrim wall Oh, the cold Irish north, where my heart turned to ice I'd melt every glacier to feel love twice The wind keeps my secrets, the stars keep my tears I've been waiting in winter for a hundred years [Tag] Frost upon my heart... frost upon my heart [Harp and wind fade]
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