In the white wash of the winter
In the rain
and the snow
Oh,
to change and white storms Birds are singing songs and summons
And the
hills heed their call Oh,
to spring,
oh, to hope
Turn your head back to the
water Where you can smell
all the boars
Oh,
to waves
and
open roads
Oh,
to change and
white storms
They found home
They found home
Home
She found home
