Wait, for the snow to fall
Till the trees lay bare
And those blue green eyes
Can see the beauty, in it all
When I was born,
The sun it shone, from hill to hill.
The fields were full of ripened crops
Golden locks, where we would rest
The seas were filled with tears of joy
No sword in hand
There was pain then
But it was pure and innocent
We reached up high to touch the sky
Set our sights on more than life
But we were wrong, and we lost it all
We were wrong
Wait, for the snow to fall
Till the trees lay bare
And those blue green eyes
Can see the beauty, in it all