The snow lies high around my door
And beyond the Great North Road
There calls this restless soul
To journey home

The wind blows coldly through the trees
But I will feel no fear
To the ones you call your own
Is where I'm going

This time of year
This time of year
At this time I think of you

The future can be cold
Another year has turned
And you're not here

A yellow moon runs deep and bright
Where the mountains stand on ice
And a million stars
They fire the skies tonight

You can tell me, flowers never bend
Or that this world's at an end
But don't tell me
That we'll never meet again