at the head of Glen Holm
sheltered 'neath your outspread wing
where the north wind grows not old
in your arms I hope to find her
for your kingdom is so cold
all is frozen by your hand
is her hair still raven-black
and does no one mourn her passing
snowgatherer
where do you lie with her
snowgatherer
winter will not contain her
in this strange and barren land
hailstones rage upon my face
higher still your gathering
and I wish I could forget her
all I see is broken worlds
reaching into wilderness
yet her arms are 'round me now
fearing for my life, I love her
snowgatherer
where do you lie with her
snowgatherer
winter will not contain her
Mouth Music - Seafaring Man - Snowgatherer
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