Birchwood Beaker

Carry through the snow Carry through the snow Carry through the snow Made it past the trees Three migrating geese To the North Sea Creeped out on a ship Sneaking as she slips Breaking up the ice drifts Only Odin knows Only Odin knows And the wind blows 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 nighttime 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 Carry through the snow Carry through the snow