The Cold Song

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, how stiff
And wondrous old?
Far unfit to bear the bitter cold

I can scarcely move
Or draw my breath
Can scarcely move
Or draw my breath

Let me, let me
Let me freeze again
Let me, let me freeze again to death
Let me, let me

Let me freeze again to death