Ski Song

—Lyrics by Pauline Delmonte—

(see octavo CQ2205)

On the high ski slope, gray clouds form a mantle that shrouds the day, The mist veils the curve of the pine-rimmed crest where you seemed to vanish away. White powder snow spins up from the hill, and over the wild wind's crying, I call to you, "O come to me, my love! On wings of the wind come flying!" The sound of my cry is hushed . . . as tho' some numbing coldness came, I wait, alone, in a shadow world, then you call my name! You call my name! O, my love! Come to me, my love!

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