Carry through the snow. (x3)
Made it passed the trees,
Three migrating geese,
To the North Sea.
Creaked 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 night-time 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)