These are my woods I think you know.
I'm glad to see them fill with snow;
It hides the fact that I am here,
The things I do and where I go.
Your little horse knows danger's near;
To warn you of the lurking fear
He gives his harness bells a shake.
O, you should listen, brother dear.
You stole my love, your first mistake.
Now you must pay for my heart's ache.
The snow hides secrets dark and deep
between the woods and frozen lake.
The woods are lonely; though you weep,
Those promises you'll never keep.
Beneath the frozen lake you'll sleep.
With her, beneath the lake you'll sleep.
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