It’s only by nature, the water and winds
It wasn’t the place where your story came in
It isn’t the thistle that prickles your heart
It’s only the snow that your breath broke apart

Wherever you worry, whoever you’ll be
You never will know the faces you’ll see
You’ll find them in time, you’ll know them by name
But knowing and feeling are seldom the same

Some others will carry, when once they had cried
They’re taking no tarry, it’s theirs to decide
For once they had carried, and will then again
It doesn’t distinguish the mice from the men

So there on your journey, one day in despair
As long as you’re kindly, as long as you’re fair
The friendships you’ve founded, the love and the kin
Will share in the snowfall that blooms on your chin