There Will Be Spring - Bonnie "Prince" Billy

There will be spring,

To the very end,

I’ll sleep to the sound,

Of burning winter,

Place for me built,

And for my friends,

By which we’ll pass,

Each on his venture.

My father’s house,

Is gone,

the houses in his town,

Have crumbled.

I am a child,

Ten inches tall,

And I have grown,

While they have stumbled.

And what will be ours to do today,

I to name everything we see,

After what we are and who came before,

And the things that run in fear,

From you and me.