[Verse] The woods are haggard and lonely, The skies are hooded for snow, The moon is cold in Heaven, And the grasses are sere below. The bearded swamps are breathing A mist from meres afar, And grimly the Great Bear circles Under the pale Pole Star. [Chorus] The world grows aged and wintry, Love’s face peaked and white; And death is kind to the tired ones Who sleep in the north to-night. [Verse] There is never a voice in Heaven, Nor ever a sound on earth, Where the spectres of winter are rising Over the night’s wan girth. [Pre-coro] There is slumber and death in the silence, There is hate in the winds so keen; And the flash of the north’s great sword-blade Circles its cruel sheen. [Chorus] The world grows aged and wintry, Love’s face peaked and white; And death is kind to the tired ones Who sleep in the north to-night. [Outro, Solo] [Big Ending]
