Hide away, hide away

in the green holly tree,

while the ice and the wind

whip you raw.


Hide away, hide away,

build your nest in the leaves,

make a pocket of home

in the frost


Hide away, hide away,

don’t you fly from the cold.

Sing your songs while the snow

plays the drums.


Hide away, hide away,

for the season grows old,

and the snowdrops will melt,

sprouting up.


Published by Hannah Kennedy

Hannah is an old lady at heart, with a deep love of yarn and floral patterns. She has curly hair, she is a lefty, she googles everything, and her favorite color is blue. She can usually be found reading everything from nineteenth-century fiction to modern psychology, doing yoga, dragging out chores to fit the podcast she's listening to, or watching The Office with her husband.

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