Deep Deep


They covered the windows with plastic
  To keep out the deep winter cold
When the north wind came like an ice hurricane
  The stuff of which legends are told

It was Saturday night in the Bering
  And the wind-driven snow filled the sky
At the end of a long January
  The drifts were already piled high

Deep are the snows where the cold north wind blows
  Deep is the sleep where the wide ocean froze
    Deep is the magic the polar bear knows
      Deep Deep Winter

Thinking back when the waters receded
  Thinking back to Emigrant Pass 
Thinking back to the days of starvation
  How long can the cold season last?

It was Saturday night in the Bering
  In a sleeping bag, trying to hide
From the winter seeping in through the plastic
  From the wind screaming outside

Deep are the snows where the cold north wind blows
  Deep is the sleep where the wide ocean froze
    Deep is the magic the polar bear knows
      Deep Deep Winter