long before i ever saw the frost upon your face i was haunted by your beauty and it drew me to this place i felt the chill of mystery with one foot on your shore and then and there resolved to go where no man had before maybe i was snowblind but it seemed the wind spoke true and i believed its stories then as dreamers sometimes do in antarctica in antarctica who knows what the powers may be that cause a man to go mindless of the dangers out across the virgin snow seduced by this ambition i easily forget the hopeless quest of shackleton the dreamlike death of scott maybe i was snowblind perhaps it sapped my will but something of my innocence is wandering there still in antarctica in antarctica in antarctica in antarctica