The snow falls
And the skys grey
Over my head where the roof was set
The night
Where the shadow following me will go
Whose is it
A star or a swallow
At the corner of the window
The moon
And a brown-haired woman
Its there
Somebody passes and doesnt see me
I watch the iron gate turn
And the fire almost out which glows
For me alone
But there where Im going it is deathly cold
