Draw the shade
Shade the light
Tell the evening good night
Tell the candle on the windowsill
There'll be no one tonight
Lift your book up off the pillow
Your thoughts have rested there
It awaits for your comfort
Mark the page and shade the light
Winter is coming
The ground is growing cold
At your window in the evening
Watch the coming of the snow
Recall the horse's breath was steaming
In the fading northern light
Write a letter to your lover
Draw the shade and shade the light