Wintersmith - Terry Pratchett, Steeleye Span

Far along the back road

Winding through the forest

At the end of faith and hope

In 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 breeze

Where death stands by the cradle

Where blood runs through the Moors

Fire burn, fireplace 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

A center never moves as the sheep girl waits to fight

She’s fair as stars in heaven

And the flowers on the land

Lightning in her left hand

And Thunder in her right

Where death stands by the cradle

Where blood runs through the Moors

Fire burn, fireplace so bright

Keep us warm through the long winter night

Flames keep away the fearsome sight

Of the Wintersmith

The Wintersmith

Where the tangled bones of shipwrecks lie upon the distant shore

There lives the Wintersmith

Where a thousand drowning voices rise from the ocean floor

There lives the Wintersmith

Where the silver moon cause shapes upon the frozen boards

There lives the Wintersmith

There lives the Wintersmith

Fire burn, fireplace so bright

Keep us warm through the long winter night

Flames keep away the fearsome sight

Of the Wintersmith

Fire burn, fireplace so bright

Keep us warm through the long winter night

Flames keep away the fearsome sight

Of the Wintersmith

Wintersmith