The Silver Frost of Fenario The crows are talking backward in the branches of the pine The crows are talking backward in the branches of the pine I’m tracing out a circle just to keep my soul in line I found a silver shilling at the bottom of the well I found a silver shilling at the bottom of the well It didn’t buy me water, but it bought a secret spell Oh, the wind comes whistling through the needle and the bone Yeah, the wind comes whistling through the needle and the bone I’m walking through Fenario, but I ain’t walking alone The mountain has an eye that opens only in the snow The mountain has an eye that opens only in the snow It sees where all the hunters and the heavy-hearted go I tied a scarlet ribbon to a white birch tree I tied a scarlet ribbon to a white birch tree So the ghosts of the Northland won’t come looking for me Let the frost bite... Let the moon stare... There’s a strange kind of magic in the cold, thin air.
