Father Winter

Father Winter in his heart of gloom
Hums a carol of a coming bloom
All departed to the Lord will rise
For the harvest of the open skies
From the soil and beneath the foam
See Him carrying the harvest home
Broken bodies and their hollowed bones
Buried underneath such heavy stones

'Mid the sorrow and the Devil's knife
Listen closer to the song of life
Listen closer to the sweet refrain
Our Redeemer will return again
Father Winter in his heart of gloom
Hums a carol of a coming bloom
All departed to the Lord will rise
For the harvest of the open skies