Northwind
North wind
Quietly rustles the branches,
Small house
Stands by the river.
There’s little boy
Holding his mother’s hand
He calls for her,
But his Mum is asleep.
Mum, you are sleeping,
And you’re dressed up
In snowy white
Unfamiliar dress.
There are strangers,
Reading the prayers,
Wax candles
Are brightly burning.
Candles are brightly burning.
Tell me, miss,
Why dad is crying.
Tell me, dad,
Why Mum is asleep.
Dad, come with me,
Play the piano,
I want my Mother
To be with us for ever.
No, my baby,
Mum is will not wake up.
Mum closed her eyes
For ever.
Tomorrow
She will be buried
And for ever
You’ll be an orphan.
Candles are brightly burning.
Time will pass,
You’ll invite to the house
Your young wife,
You’ll love her.
Time will pass,
But you won’t forget
Your beloved
Mother.
