Rustle rustle through the trees
the wind of the North, a cool air breeze
shake as they might the leaves hold tight
as the cool sea breeze flew through the night

Through the trees and through the fields
and through the mines as which it wields
a chill that frosty death can bight
as the breeze flew through the night

the leaves they shook the seas they churned
the fields in which the poppies burned
a wilted flower in the breeze
holds tight to life while it pleads

in the distance of the night
a cool air breeze is now in flight
off to the void in which it came
leaving the world a frosty frame