In Winter seek your passion long since passed, 
And know that what you sow you often reap.
Your life dreams may yet come to you at last.

Though ancient hills cache secrets cruelly vast,
Inside their rock strewn oaken hollows deep,
In Winter seek your passion long since passed.

Don't worry that her leaving seemed forecast,
Just know as Winter drowsing brings on sleep,
Your life dreams may yet come to you at last.

Although the songs of joy have been surpassed.
Forget your fears and take your fervent leap.
In Winter seek your passion long since passed.

While porcine creatures forage for sweet mast,
Take comfort in a rough hewn mountain keep.
Your life dreams may yet come to you at last.

The world may freeze but she is all steadfast,
Dismissing memories of her tortured weep.
In Winter seek your passion long since passed.
Your life dreams may yet come to you at last.