She comes from lands I do not know.

A place with mountains under snow.

Where cold winds blow and Elm trees grow

she comes to me with love to show.

I'm glad to have such company

that wraps me warm and comforts me.

As yet unchartered maps her home.

To swiftly grind my axe on stone.

I'll chop this wood for her alone.

As free as she, I've never known.

It's me that she will always own.

To stay and not be swept away.

A raging storm is kept at bay.

Forever and an extra day.