A dark cold breath blows a silencing night Turning the ground into an ice snow white And the deer yonder the hills, trembling with fright Yes, it is a lonesome depressing winter's night Sparkling snow melts and the sun's warmth fills Deer come out of their dens, except the one over the hills Everyone knows that winter always kills The robins stop singing and the pansies stay still Blossoms begin wilting and the oak tree takes their room The sun shines off a mellowing gloom As the deer drink from the river, troubling thoughts loom The night will be here soon The sun hides its light and shadows awake the place As the hares scamper away and the fox begins its chase The deer scavenge worrying in a grueling pace And the smallest fawn join silently with a sullen face At last, the breath has come once again…