Hanne Hukkelberg Follow

Go, little girl, to the woods, the trees
They've been waiting for you and your
Springscream in green
You've come to make them see
And to set them free
And then run into spring

Run, little girl, and bring your spade
Start to dig up their cold and frozen souls
You'll see that far underneath
There's a soul you can take
With you into the spring

Thoughts of the winter; freezing cold and tired
White and burying snow slowly, slowly
Laid the woods to sleep
Everything is lying still
Until somebody wakes them

Listen, little girl, the sun will tell you that
All the rays will come visit you now
The sun will spread its light and
Bring you all into the spring