Snow Falls

The winter cuts me like the reaper

The old year lies tattered and torn

But like Barleycorn, who rose from the grave

The old year will rise up again

And the snow falls

And the wind calls

And the year turns 'round again

And I'll wager a handful of guineas

Against all of the songs you can sing

One day you lose, the next day you win

And winter will turn into spring

And the snow falls

And the wind calls

And the year turns 'round again

There will come a time of great plenty

A time of good harvest and song

'Til then put your trust in tomorrow, my friend

For yesterday's over and done

And the snow falls

And the wind calls

And the year turns 'round again