It's late, I'm running on four hours sleep, sorry for the fawk up; here's the corrected version:

WINTER SONG TO THE GODDESS

How can I find the lyrics from sages
To bring forth the light, with words in a rhyme?
How shall I be a bard to the ages
Singing the songs of all souls and times?

For thine is the sun or a moon waxing full
Thine is the drum, the flute, and the pipes
Thine are the melodies sung by a gull
Thine is the fruit of the vine, grown ripe.

How can I touch the waters which flow
From time and her sands washing ashore?
How can I look through the opening window
Of winds that move through the pages of lore?

For thine is the forest, or stars spread like a fan
O'er the tree tops, flying with birds
Thine is the dawn, or a snowfall on oceans
Thine is the music which must ever be heard.

- Unknown -