Swooning deep Under snow-cold skies I sleep Stretched north-west With my frame hard earthward pressed Sheltered space Makeshift grave-like resting place Swooning deep Under snow-cold skies I sleep Stretched north-west With my frame hard earthward pressed Sheltered space Makeshift grave-like resting place When I was born I soon went wrong because I'd not heard "perfection", one golden word Take this for your watchword and fail no more Your watchword and fail no more