What power art thou, 
Who from below, 
Hast made me rise, 
Unwillingly and slow, 
From beds of everlasting snow ! 

See'st thou not how stiff, 
And wondrous old, 
Far unfit to bear the bitter cold. 

I can scarcely move, 
Or draw my breath, 
I can scarcely move, 
Or draw my breath. 

Let me, let me, 
Let me, let me, 
Freeze again... 
Let me, let me, 
Freeze again to death !