We who brave this frost are one
Until the wintr’y frost is done
We walk these streets
With feet so bare,
But we who brave this frost are one

We who brave this frost are one
Just as the clouds are cast o’re the sun
We with faces rigid as ice
We with lips so parched
Who thirst,
But we who brave this frost are one.

We who brave this frost are one
Though snow may rise we’ll
Keep heads high and run.
We hold our hands to a vanishing flame
And curse the world
For what we’ve became.
Yet we rise up and handle
Life in one stride
With our loving father
To shelter, to guide.

We who brave this frost are one,
When frigid winds have taken their toll
To drag down our feet
Each body so slow,
We the poorest of God’s Children
Beg for one last match
To light our fire
Or a plain latch
To close our rather
Simple door.
We who brave this frost are one.