| Lyrics: | Snow is falling, snow is falling on the ground,
In the forest, in the forest there's no
sound;
A shallow grave is where we lie,
The boys and men who died,
And snow is falling
on the ground,
And we are calling to be found;
And the seasons, and the seasons come
and go,
In the springtime, birds will sing and flowers grow,
At summer's end, the autumn
breeze,
Will whisper through the trees,
And leaves are falling on the ground,
And we are
calling to be found;
And in our homes, so many tears,
They don't know where we have
gone,
And snow is falling on the ground,
And we are calling to be found,
We are calling
to be found. |
