In these woods, full of snow,
The moonlight casts a dreamy glow,
But in its maw, a darker show,
In these woods, full of snow;

In these woods, between the trees,
The cool soft wind rustles the leaves,
A painful song, sung by the breeze,
In these woods, between the trees;

In these woods, all alone,
Cold white snow reflects the tone,
Lonely beauty, tenderly shown,
In these woods, all alone;

In these woods, I search for it,
It alone I strive to get,
But in these woods I seem to fit,
In these woods, I search for it;

In these woods, I shed a tear,
The sad mood soaks into me here,
And even though I feel it near,
In these woods, I shed a tear;

But in these woods, all is right,
For even in the desolate night,
I have my heart, I have my sight,
And in these woods, all is right.