| The coldest winter in memory was 1709 | 
| The sea froze off the coast of France all along the Neptune line | 
| By the lost town of Dunwich the shore was washed away | 
| They say you hear the church bells still as they toll beneath the waves | 
| Come all you earthly princes, wheresoever you may be From the Sun King in the court of France to the Czar in Muscovy | 
| Take heed of Charles of Sweden, the Lion of the North, | 
| On the cracked earth of summer with his army he goes forth | 
| Guardian angels wherever you may be, | 
| reach down and keep my soul for me I was there amongst that number, I heard the trumpets strain | 
| I saw the host of banners spread across the Polish plain | 
| Those who stood against us, they soon were swept away | 
| They may have the numbers but it’s Charles shall have the day | 
| We cut our way through forests, crossed on frozen streams | 
| They fell away before us like a murmur in a dream | 
| And they burned the land around us as snow was closing in And the arms of winter took us as we fired against the wind | 
| Guardian angels wherever you may be, | 
| reach down and keep my soul for me Through all the courts of Europe there’s a rumor from the East | 
| The kings have come to battle and it’s Charles who’s known defeat | 
| They’ll shake their heads and wonder at how this came to be But it’s nights without a shelter that have made an end for me Now Charles is fled to Turkey, left his men afar | 
| And they’ll be marched through Moscow now as prisoners of the Czar | 
| And had I but known last summer what I know understand | 
| I’d have never set my foot inside this bleak and bitter land | 
| Guardian angels wherever you may be, | 
| reach down and keep my soul for me The coldest winter in memory was 1709 | 
| The sea froze off the coast of France all along the Neptune line | 
| By the lost town of Dunwich the shore was washed away | 
| They say you hear the church bells still as they toll beneath the waves |