(Will Oldham after Dick Gaughan version)

        what's the winter's cold negative press
        what's the spring with its air of rebirth
        to those felled under wildest duress
        trading freedom for a false sense of worth

        let the love of our own sacred rites
        to the love of our people succeed
        let friendship and future unite
        and flourish in idea and deed

        let the costume distinguish the strong
        place riches in lowest esteem
        it's for excess that people do wrong
        and to liberty honesties lean

        letting one minute go on
        without seeing yourself with an eye
        that is watchful and kindly and strong
        is as letting the soul drop and die