Seen in a Scene of the Dream of Winter Dreamed Seen in a scene of the dream of winter dreamed, in an animals skin I kept the warmth in. I tramped through the snow with a child on my back, ‘till the cold blue shadows met the dark creeping back. Not a sound, not a stir, not a soul came near, only once in a while, is that an owl I hear? Seen in a scene of the dream of winter dreamed, in an animals skin I kept the warmth in. I tramped through the snow with a child on my back, ‘till the cold blue shadows met the dark creeping back. Deep in the woods on the twisted oaks’ path, where a fox wove it’s flame, just ahead of our tracks. Seen in a scene of the dream of winter dreamed, in an animals skin I kept the warmth in. I tramped through the snow with a child on my back, ‘till the cold blue shadows met the dark creeping back.