And on the ground lay snow

And in their hearts lay ice

And all around the graveyard

Were the sounds of churchyard mice.

And in the trees the wind

A cold and harsh refrain

A powdering of crystals

Descending like the rain.

And sightless eyes look upwards

And open mouths demand

A changing of the ways

Across this cold, unfeeling land.

For one day we will all be

homeward bound. And those bereft

Will wish they'd held us tighter

In the time that we had left.