When the summer runs away
and the sea wind screams for snow
Scarlet woods will whisper sway
Fickle leaves blow to and fro.
I smell memories in the air
and it makes me yearn to run
When north breezes toss my hair
and the frost is kissed by sun.
Come walk the fjord with me
in the golden hours of day.
Blue dusk will woo the sea--
It's a vibrant love display.
In the evening we will stroll
follow puffs of frozen breath--
While the Northern Lights patrol
Sending summer to its death.