Moonsong Glacier To regard the frost and the boughs

Hretty. Pretty.

She warmed at his compliment, the lyrics falling short as she nuzzled her cheek into his shoulder to hide the newly formed flush. 

My mother sang this to me when I was a babe... She tells him, despite knowing he may not understand all of what she said. Her voice was the most beautiful in all the tribe. In my opinion.. in all the world.