Cast your mind to the breeze
That hums in the snow-bound evergreen trees
See the children with dirty knees
And the false gods who were pleased
And know this
Something’s moving in my place
With a slow and heavy grace
Across the dew-soaked forest floor
Do you see the green root cellar door

Under fifty feet of shade
In a platonic daydream that we made
We were aching and afraid
To be loved and not betrayed
But here now
In snow as deep as you
I’ve got to push on through
To the groaning black ice lake
Which we know gives up but also takes

But here now
In snow as deep as you
I’ve got to push on through