Debra Cowan - The Snow Is on the Ground Lyrics
Cold winter is come with its cold chilling breathAnd the verdure's all dropped from the treesAll nature seems touched by the finger of deathAnd the streams are beginning to freezeWhen the hills and the dales are all covered with whiteAnd Flora attends us no moreWhen you are enjoying a good fire-sideWill you grumble to think on the poor?When the north wind's ascending and chilling the groundAnd the sportsmen again shooting goAnd the happy young lads o'er the rivers can slideAnd the icicles hang at your doorWhen our lips and our fingers are trembling with coldAnd the rivers are froze on the shoreWhen the bright twinkling stars they proclaim the cold nightIt's the time to remember the poorWhen the poor harmless hare is tracked to the woodsWith his footsteps indented in snowAnd the robin red breast he approaches your cotAnd in danger the traveler goesWhen your minds are annoyed by the wide swelling floodAnd the bridges are useful no moreWhen your bowl warms with something reviving and hotWill you grumble to think on the poorSoon a day it will come when our Saviour we'll seeAll nations shall join in one voiceAll the world shall unite to salute the sweet 'mornAll the ends of the earth shall rejoiceWhen grim death's deprived of his killing stingAnd the grave rules triumphant no moreSaints, angels and men hallelujah shall singThat's the time to remember the poorSaints, angels and men hallelujah shall singThen the rich must remember the poor
