And when you wake, you'll wake in the morning
Your fingers cold
Your fields to be sown
Feeble today, just like the seedlings
Asleep in the fold
But one day, you'll grow
Alders breathing, keeping, weeping
Leaves all sinking, fever dreaming
Brothers sleeping, wolves all creeping
Weavers, weaving, nothing
And what you take, you'll take it for storing
The bitter snow
The winter you know
Feeble today, just like the seedlings
Sleeping in the fold
But one day, you'll grow
Alders breathing, keeping, weeping
Leaves all sinking, fever dreaming
Brothers sleeping, wolves all creeping
Weavers, weaving, nothing
Alders breathing, keeping, weeping
Leaves all sinking, fever dreaming
Brothers sleeping, wolves all creeping
Weavers, weaving, nothing
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