Wandering through the winter snow is a humble man on a lonely road
He'll search the mountains to find the
Forest filled with frozen berries hidden underneath the snow
He's moving slowly
Because in the winter meadow
He crawls onward
And his lovers heart
Will take him home to a place where he is home
In the winter meadow
Shoveling snow from his path
He was born in the winter wrath
The old man grew to his age
As the trees became his cage
And if you search for the signs
His humble home beyond the vines
In the winter meadow
When the wind has blown
Her morning tone
He'll cross the meadow
To his home
They'll send him
Wandering through the winter snow is a humble man on a lonely road
He searched the mountains for
Forest filled with frozen berries hidden underneath the snow
