The sky was growing pale
 So we held on to the twisted trial
 The ground was getting cold
 It was too far out to turn around
 And go home
 
 The moon rose dim above
 It was impossible to tell what time it was
 the snow fell lightly at first
 It dusted the path
 It frosted your hair
 The snow fell I stumbled you laughed
 We hoped and we hoped the snow wouldn’t last
 
 The light was sure to fail
 And our hold on that twisted trail
 But we we were unprepared
 Our path had slowly disappeared