"I am the last of the giants, my people are gone from the earth.
The last of the great mountain giants, who ruled all the world at my birth.
Oh, the smallfolk have stolen my forests, they’ve stolen my rivers and hills,
And they’ve built a great wall through my valleys, and fished all the fish from my rills.
In stone halls they burn their great fires, in stone halls they forge their sharp spears,
Whilst I walk alone in the mountains, with no true companion but tears.
They hunt me with dogs in the daylight, they hunt me with torches by night,
For these men who are small can never stand tall, whilst giants still walk in the light.
Oooh, I’m the LAST of the giants, so learn well the words of my song,
For when I am gone the singing will fade, and the silence shall last long and long."

When I think about how long we have to wait until The Winds of Winter is published. 

I know one thing. I know that you are wildling to the bone. It was easy to forget that sometimes, when they were laughing together, or kissing. But then one of them would say something, or do something, and he would suddenly be reminded of the wall between their worlds.

What do you think they’re gonna say when they hear about you and me?

Nothing happened between you and me.