Full Lyrics
O Ye Clouds that float around me,
O ye winds that round me blow,
Can you tell me from what quarter,
Comes the snow, the driving snow.
"From the north, enquiring maiden,
Where an old man stooping low
By his grate mourns o'er the ashes."
Said the winds that blow.
For the snowflakes are the ashes,
Are the ashes of the summer's glow,
"See him as he stoops and shivers,
Rubs his wrinkled hands and sighs
Just one ember left aglowing
And the ember dies.
Come back, summer, come and warm me;
I am cold, he cries.
Then he catches up the bellows,
Tries to make the embers glow,
Only sets the ashes whirling,
Dancing high and low.
And the ashes of the summer
Are the flakes, the flakes of snow?"
