The Sun

The wild wind howls a melody so eerie
The kind of wind that moans and cries aloft
Carrying my voice away, so none can hear me

A chill so bold, it claws its way to the core
Making me forget the sight, the feel of the sun
Nothing but this chill, this ice, forevermore

But across the moor, and down the cliff side
Like a gallant steed driving bright and hard
Comes he, the sun, bringing brilliance with each stride

With his warm hands, he caresses warm life
Into my icy veins, with loving ardor
With his sword he drives away the frigid strife