There is snow on the hill Rain in the valley Dust on the sill And this long blind alley
Well, if crows can't fly Then i have no lover If water is dry She has no other
Well, if the sun don't rise Then i'm never lonely If no one cries Then i am her only
It's beat for the fire Pich for the garden Pich for the barley Pich for my darling
The sun isn't hot The moon isn't round This world isn't full of sorrow Bullets aren't shot And shot makes no sound And my faithful love will be around tomorrow
Well, it's snow on the hill Rain in the valley Dust on the sill And a notch on the tally
