Snow Is Falling

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......