oh i traveled the north,
to put a freeze to your flame,
but your ghost followed me cross the country,
sneaked into my door
and when i sat by the fire,
i could feel you some more,
the snow fell and span in a storm
but it was you who painted my chills,
and the twirling in the hills
across the shore

your blushed moving lips
i still wish to kiss,
your roses on my cheeks,
those estranged fingertips,
your ghost in my locket
and my pick in my pocket
will keep haunting me
like this

well i went to the mountains to catch a breeze,
but the cold couldn’t touch me,
though i thought i’d freeze
for my love,
those dry empty streets
turned to spring
for your thought kept me occupied
while winter fled with the wind

oh how the seasons change
but you feel all too the same,
your blushed moving lips
i still wish to kiss,
through the frost and flames,
your ghost in my locket,
and my pick in my pocket
and in the nights cold crisp,
you’ll keep haunting me
like this