I here a whisper,
when I'm in the cold,
I heard that whisper,
in days of old.
It sounded chilling with an
icy breath. It said
"Come to me, or go to death."

I here that voice wherever I
go.

When I wake up from my
slumber, on a cold icy night,
I see a lonely Froslass next
to me, shiver in fright.
"Don't leave me, again." it
said.

I here that voice where
ever I go.

When I sit on my porch in summer,
shooting the breeze, I see it next
to me with astonishing ease.
"I have left you, now death will not
wait. I will hide in the snow to
determine your fate."

I here that voice where
ever I go.

That next winter, I went
to my grave. I thought
about the snow girl,
and the choices I made.
Even in my grave, I hear it
ever day,
"I did not mean for you to
die this way."

I here that voice where
ever I go.