Carry through the snow. (x3)

Made it past the trees
Three migrating geese
To the North Sea

Creeped out on a ship
Sneaking as she slips
Breaking up the ice drifts

Only Odin knows
Only Odin knows
And the wind blows

Sleep some in your hood
Sleep should do you good
Beaker of birchwood

Bent it out of bark
Drinking in the dark
The nighttime brought sharks

Craving colder climes
Ours is yours
And mine
Plenty of time

The sun it sure did shine
All the time
Far too hot
Ever so dry

Carry through the snow. (x3)