The Fold

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