This is no home for thee,
Child of the winter cloud.
I question God why He,
In blessing, has allowed
Thee to escape, unless
It were to have thee bear
To Earth, in sinfulness,
A sweet, white pardon there.

This is no home for thee,
Child of the winter cloud.
I question God why He,
In blessing, has allowed
Thee to escape, unless
It were to have thee bear
To Earth, in sinfulness,
A sweet, white pardon there.