Day 12 - Christmas.Winter Song

The winter -Julos Beaucarne-
The shepherd blows into his fingers
The icicles hang, the milk freezes
The snow is like lace
Near the fire the wood gathers
Everywhere the water freezes captive
Stay at home, winter is coming
So the owl up there
Sings to-ho, sings to-ho
And it's good to hear it in the warmth
The wind moans over the meadows
And in the sky the moon is naked
Everywhere the cold sufferer sneezes
Crunch the chestnuts my friends