Josefin

You go with feet bare in the snow, you raise up your head to the dead

You seek of such magical things and nobody knows where you've been



In the light the growing light, you know it isn't hard to fight

The demons you left behind



You run up the hills through the sun, you go head held high, face the sky

You know of such magical things and nobody knows you within



In the rain the pouring rain, don't loose your hope don't loose in vain

There's demons you fear tonight, those demons you have to fight



And if you struggle hard rest on your brother's weary shoulder

And if you shall ever wonder listen to your wise mother



In the dark the growing dark, you know that you can find the spark

That guides you home my friend

My friend Josefin