You were fed to the fire
And you were fed to the snow.
You were drowned in the sun-drenched waters
Lost among yew-trees and sloes.
And you will wear your robe of green satin
Edged in red and gold flame:
The things that burned you and taught you
Were one and the same.

Now you move as smoothly as twilight
As the fire licks around your hair
And renders away everything you wanted
And everything you were.
And you will wear your crown of gold silence
With jewels of red and gold flame
Till the songs that you sing and the songs that I sing you
Can be one and the same.

And the river will burst forth with fury
And glare with the gold of the sun
And you will be covered in a bandage of light,
You and everything you've done.
And you will wear your slippers of velvet
With soles of red and gold flame
So that you and the ice that consumed your life
Need never be the same.