Пёрселл Генри - Next winter comes slowly - текст песни (слова)

Next winter comes slowly,  
pale, meager and cold, 
First trembling with age, 
and then, quivering with cold; 
benumb'd with hard frosts, 
and with snow cover'd o'er, 
benumb'd with hard frosts, 
and with snow cover'd o'er, 
Prays to the sun to restore him,  
prays to the sun to restore him  
and sings as before.