Snow Dream

I dream of snow drops
All laden with snow
I dream of a woman
All laden with tears
I dream of a father
Coming round the hill
With his horse trampling the frost
Sword held high
Crying "nay, nay, nay!"
As the fields are whitening
Filling with the cold of snow
And the ravens are cawing
Scrabbling at bitter air
As the dew turns to ice
In the chill of winter morning
The father is coming
Around the hill, crying
"Nay, nay, nay!"
Trying to battle back winter
With his naked blade.