Icicles and pinnacles, frosted windows in the morning Can't find the sun, don't know where the wind blows so coldly And as I wipe the snow from off the windowsill I hear his voice: I will return I will return Springtime came to us to quickly She stole all the winter's cloak of gloom Peacock feathers round her shoulders She tore open the buds too soon And she's taking you away on a steel ship And I remember your blonde hair against the iron mast Black as death and the dark clouds Making the way along the rolling sea I will return to you, I will return to you again I will return to you, I will return to you again The snow lies thick upon the ground Weeping winter women wander through the streets Searching through the snowflakes for something true Icicles and pinnacles, frosted windows in the morning Can't find the sun, don't know where the wind blows so coldly And as I wipe the snow from off the windowsill I hear his voice: I will return I will return