Child of the sun, will you go where the wind blows Winter trees stand heavy in the snow Frost holds your breath in her handshake of iron ooh oooh ooohh Child of the sun, is your coat warm about you And cold is the world and not so kind Ice for your diamonds Silver for your necklace, you will find White on white, the snow slowly falling Soft and low The east wind is speaking, in midwinter For I must go far away before the sunrise Where leaves speak in whispers in the cold The wind stirs the embers, With long forgotten faces growing Old White on white, the snow slowly falling Soft and low The east wind is speaking, in midwinter