Deep beneath the ground, there she sings
The girl, the one with ivy leaves in her hair
Sings a song to the birds to the trees
To the great wide and wonderful everything she sings

She's been dead a long, long time
The girl, the one who sings to everything
Winter came and carpeted her grave in snow,
Huddled on the frozen ground her headstone lay

Into her dark hair she weaves the ivy leaves
The girl, the one whose grave is covered in snow
In her soul she plants their all-consuming seeds,
To come and cover the winter over in green

In a castle far away, there she sang
The girl, the one who sows the ivy seeds
Sang a song to the birds to the trees
To the great wide and wonderful everything she sang

She would have lived a long, long time
The girl, the one who sang to everything
Before her grave was dug she knew the world
All covered over in the green of ivy leaves

If only she hadn't fallen in love with the boy
The girl, the one who saw the green of ivy leaves
He took her heart away with him, away to the war,
Left her to face the winter alone and heartless.

She wouldn't have caught the chills then,
The girl, the one who gave her heart to the boy
Wouldn't have frozen in the castle made of stone
If she hadn't loved him enough to stay alone.

They found her in the morning, all the colour fled
The girl, the one who loved him and froze
From her cheeks and heartbeat from her hands
And her eyes wide, frozen open

He shed a thousand tears for her, you know
The boy, the one who lost his love to the cold
Cried until there was nothing left inside him but his fear
He squared his shoulders, ready to face his fate

He lived his whole life true to her, you know
The boy, the one who cried a thousand tears
Lived until it was all used up, then walked down that road
And joined her deep beneath the earth,
Where they now sing to the great wide and wonderful everything,
Planting ivy seeds in hope of spring.