Blow, freely blow,
Over the snow, O wind!
As merrily blow o'er the hills of snow
As if never a man had sinned,
As if never a woman had wept,
Or a delicate child grown pale,
Or a maiden's warm tears crept
To hallow a faithless tale! Blow, stoutly blow,
Strong in thy heathen joy!
Sorrow thou surely canst not know,
For thine is the heart of a boy!
For thine is the freedom and strength
Of a rover careless and gay,
Over the fair land's length
Joyfully wandering away! Blow, bravely blow,
Out of the fields of air!
Till we see thy garments' airy flow,
And the gleam of the flying hair;
Till the light of thy broad bright wing
And thy glad eyes set us free,
And we feel in our hearts the spring
Of a joy that was wont to be!