What Power art thou
Who from below
Hast made me rise,
Unwillingly and slow,
From beds of everlasting snow!
See'st thou not how stiff,
And wondorous old,
Far unfit to bear the bitter cold.
I can scarcely move,
Or draw my breath,
I can scarcely move
Or draw My breath.
Let me, let me
Let me, let me,
Freeze again...
Let, me, let me,
Freeze again to death!