I walked the river bank heard the sad voice of its flow
Song of hope song of woe.
The bows; a creaking choir in the stillness of their home.
I saw a startled wide-eyed doe.
In the first of the snow.
Deep in my pockets I could not find the words.
Only the chattering of birds.
To sing you sweetly in the dark side of the mourn.
Song of hope song of scorn.
In the first of the snow.
Darling if you're leaving then please don't burn this house down
And I promise I won't do the same.
I guess all I've got left is that I love you
I just don't know any other way
So build the gallows I'm ready to go.
I've seen all that I will know.
Out of the valley where the wildflowers grow
Bury me deep lay me low.
In the first of the snow.