The Winter Wind

That does not bite so nigh as benefits for God.
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp as friend remembered not.
The frost don't sting the way it should,
When love turns cold and misunderstood.
I hope, sing I hope, unto the green holly,
Most friendship is fading, most loving may have folly.
Then I hope the holly, this life is most jolly.
I hope, I hope, let the cold wind blow.
I hope, I hope, this life is most jolly.
Freeze me, wind, I feel no pain,
The wounds of men cut deeper still.