Cried she there on winter's day
for summer soldier gone away
She comes each day in search of him
a prayer she speaks as hope grows dim

He has gone she knows not where
so here she weeps the lady fair
Lay he there on winter's day
see his life it ebbs away

In dreams her face to him appears
to soothe his soul and calm his fears
A cloud descends upon his gaze
her face dissolves into a haze

A tear is shed into the snow
to help a winter flower grow
Died he there on winter's day
the summer soldier gone away

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