There, the snow The gore is song That the crow Descends upon, Here, the coal A dream in white While they hold the night Hold the night The night has gone Hold the air for song The blossoms fall The briars grown And the birds Are singing, 'No' They return, Return to one And to none Do they belong Sorrows dance A cold delight While they hold the night Hold the night The night has gone Hold the ocean's tongue The flames are drowned The feast is done And the crows Are singing, 'On'