You go with feet bare in the snow
You raise up your head to the dead
You seek of such magical things
And nobody knows where you've been

In the light the growing light
You know it isn't hard to fight
The demons you left behind

You run up the hills through the sun
You go head held high, face the sky
You know of such magical things
And nobody knows you within

In the rain the pouring rain
Don't loose your hope don't loose in vain
There's demons you fear tonight
Those demons you have to fight

And if you struggle hard rest
On your brother's weary shoulder
And if you shall ever wonder listen
To your wise mother

In the dark the growing dark
You know that you can find the spark
That guides you home my friend
My friend Josefin