The breeze in the willow called out
Her name upon the green.
The grasses rustled as she passed by
In the night unseen.
The air has stilled, the storms have passed
That brought the bitter cold.
The morning sun has chased away
The Winter Wolf so bold.
The Mistress of the house is here
And now her court awaits
As Spring sits on the throne of earth,
And the White Princess fades away.