I am the Northern Light
Wanderer passes by
focused on lower things
“Curse the dark!”, he sings
“Curse the cold in these Northern lands“!
“Curse the cold in my heart and hands“!
If he would but raise his eyes
– could he not find light in my skies?
If he would but open his heart…
– alas, he fears it will fall apart
I remain silent and shining
– his road dark and winding