The winter has left me just a pint and a dream
Stumbling down slick cobblestone streets
The farmers yield no wheat or cream
Wasted lives living on the snow at our feet
Our palsied minds bask in our sins
Priests stow their wares and leave
The paupers' wives have slain their last hens
Feed the young the tears they grieve
In the gray haze of dusk, fog and cold
Soldiers' wives drone to a somber dance
Waking dead of heart, head and soul
Wishing for a fairytale romance
White stallions whisk us away to new lands
And princes shower us with gems
Dressed in silk with gold rings on our hands
Handmaidens kiss our hems
But the cobbled road ends too soon
A soldier's wife guilty by chance
I once danced and loved, sang and swooned
Now only have a fairytale romance