Snow Is Falling

Snow is falling

Snow is falling on the ground

In the forest

In the forest there's no soundA 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 foundAnd the seasons

And the seasons come and go

In the springtime

Birds will sing and flowers growAt 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