Note: The way paragraphs are split is tentative, the lines are spread among the text.
"I sing of spring, come winter deep
I sing of a dream beyond sleep.
The world was fair, when I was young,
My grip was strong, my fang was long,
And never, did my axe falter.
The days were long in summer sun,
Even sorrow sweet, in battles won,
And never did my hand linger,
I bore a crown once, of iron hewn,
Earned riding, under autumn moon.
And never did my heart waver,
Spring passed into summer song,
Then summer into fall, headlong,
And I know what waits after,
I sing of spring, come winter deep
I sing of a dream beyond sleep"