Aura Lee, help me please
Pour out of the palace, on your windowsill
Take with you your precious things
Cling to me, I'll teach you all the songs to sing

In wintertime, to keep us warm
I'll show you how the snow can harbor us from harm [bad word] will grow in blinding cold
Double footsteps line the path to growing old

And in the air, your breath I see
Of all the angels you keep looking out on me
And every ghost [bad word] to know 
Will dissipate beneath the dome of falling snow

Sing with me, Aura Lee
Sing with me, Aura Lee
Sing with me, Aura Lee
Sing to me, Aura Lee