The Winterling

COLD OLD SUMMER SWALLOWED SPRING WE WRAP UP IN AUTUMN TILL YOU'RE MY WINTERLING WINTER BELLS THEY RING AND ALL THE SNOW FELL WE WALK FROM THE CAVE AND FOLLOW THE WHITE PRINTS RED ROBIN ON YOUR GRAVE WINTER BELLS THEY RING YOU'RE MY WINTERLING YOU'RE MY WINTERLING YOU'RE MY WINTERLING A CALL FROM THE NEIGHBORS FRESH IVY ON THE DOOR SPARKLES ON THE TABLE YOUR GHOST FOLLOWS WHERE WE GO WINTER BELLS THEY RING YOU'RE MY WINTERLING YOU'RE MY WINTERLING YOU'RE MY WINTERLING