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
And wondrous 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 !