Steeleye Span Follow

Far along, the back road.
Winding, through the forest.
At the end, of faith & hope,
And, the dark black trees.
An, icy wind is rising,
Just as sharp, as any knives.
Cutting through the lives,
Of those, who toil,
Against the Freeze.

Where Death stands by the cradle.
Where blood runs through the moors.

Fire, Burn!
Fire, Blaze!
So, Bright!
Keep us warm,
Through, the long Winter night!
Flames!
Keep away, the fearsome sight!
Of, the WinterSmith!!
The WinterSmith!!

Among, the chilling screams.
And, the heavy drum of hooves.
Her centre never moves,
As, the Sheep-girl waits to find.
She's barely, stars in Heaven,
And, the flowers of the land.
Lighting, in her left hand,
And, Thunder in her right.

Where, Death stands by the cradle,
Where, blood runs through the moors.

Fire, Burn!
Fire, Blaze!
So, Bright!
Keep us warm,
Through, the long Winter night!
Flames!
Keep away, the fearsome sight!
Of, the WinterSmith!!
The WinterSmith!!

Where, the Tangle-bones of shipwreck lie,
Upon a distant shore.
(There is the WinterSmith!)
Where, a thousand, drowning voices.
Rise, from the ocean floor.
(There is the WinterSmith!)
Where, the Silver Moon,
Cast, shapes upon the frozen floor.
(There is the WinterSmith!)
There is the WinterSmith!

Fire, Burn!
Fire, Blaze!
So, Bright!
Keep us warm,
Through, the long Winter night!
Flames!
Keep away, the fearsome sight!
Of, the WinterSmith!!
Fire, Burn!
Fire, Blaze!
So, Bright!
Keep us warm,
Through, the long Winter night!
Flames!
Keep away, the fearsome sight!
Of, the WinterSmith!!
WinterSmith!!