To Martin

When the winter comes
Remember the words we sang, boy
When the child of dawn
Ride for the first time

So long, sweet sun
So long
So long, sad sun
So long
So long, so long
So long

When the crows of south
Bring blood to your old hands
When the time is come
Grab summer’s last warm breath

It’s the day to overcome
Broken things that hold you home
Candles burn and hope’s not gone
Blades and knights will break the fog