Through the short and hardy forest
Brittle December pine
We're losing time
We're losing time
No we daren't forget our mother
Fixing supper by the stove
Praying for we come home
Praying for we come home
Oh the wind has grown thicker
And our sight has grown slim
Oh I hold onto my brother
That I see him again
In the pitch pine forest
My brother and I
We're losing time
We're losing time
Oh the white snow a'falling
A whistling winter waltz
She's playing our song
She's playing our song
War every shivering needle ring
Like a bell, our song would sing
Like a bell, our song would sing
War every shivering needle ring
Oh the harping of the eider
Unmistakably sweet
Oh the humming of our mother
We are far late to see
In the pitch pine forest
My brother and I
We're losing time
We're losing time
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Through the short and hardy forest
Brittle December pine
We're losing time
We're losing time
No we daren't forget our mother
Fixing supper by the stove
Praying for we come home
Praying for we come home
Oh the wind has grown thicker
And our sight has grown slim
Oh I hold onto my brother
That I see him again
In the pitch pine forest
My brother and I
We're losing time
We're losing time
Oh the white snow a'falling
A whistling winter waltz
She's playing our song
She's playing our song
War every shivering needle ring
Like a bell, our song would sing
Like a bell, our song would sing
War every shivering needle ring
Oh the harping of the eider
Unmistakably sweet
Oh the humming of our mother
We are far late to see
In the pitch pine forest
My brother and I
We're losing time
We're losing time
Brittle December pine
We're losing time
We're losing time
No we daren't forget our mother
Fixing supper by the stove
Praying for we come home
Praying for we come home
Oh the wind has grown thicker
And our sight has grown slim
Oh I hold onto my brother
That I see him again
In the pitch pine forest
My brother and I
We're losing time
We're losing time
Oh the white snow a'falling
A whistling winter waltz
She's playing our song
She's playing our song
War every shivering needle ring
Like a bell, our song would sing
Like a bell, our song would sing
War every shivering needle ring
Oh the harping of the eider
Unmistakably sweet
Oh the humming of our mother
We are far late to see
In the pitch pine forest
My brother and I
We're losing time
We're losing time
Writer: Gillian Grogan
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