The wren below my window Has just begun to sing He woke me from my slumber He should be on the wing With the flowering of the snowdrops The Winter King must fly For the boys they come a-hunting Beneath this leaden sky Your time is up my winter lord You've reigned these six months past But now it's time to leave this place Traitors near us fast With the flowering of the snowdrops The Winter King must fly For the boys they come a-hunting Beneath this leaden sky Flee your woodland kingdom Here I shall remain I'll look for you on Saint John's Day When you'll take your throne again With the flowering of the snowdrops The Winter King must fly For the boys they come a-hunting Beneath this leaden sky