Birchwood Beaker

Carry through the snow x3

Made it passed the passed the trees,
Three migrating geese,
to the north sea,

Sneaked out on a ship,
Creaking as she slips,
Breaking up the ice drifts,

Only odin knows,
Only odin knows,
And the wind blows,

Sleep some in your hood,
sleep should do you good,
Beaker of birchwood,

Bent it out of bark ?,
drinking in the dark,
the night time brewered? sharks,

craving colder clines,
ours is yours,
and mine,
plenty of time,

the sun in shoreditch shine,
over time,
far too hot,
ever so dry,

carry through the snow x 3