Cruel WinterCruel winter cuts through like the reaperThe old year lies withered and slainAnd like barley corn who rose from the graveA new year will rise up againAnd the snow fallsAnd the snow fallsThe wind callsThe year turns round againAnd like barley corn who rose from the graveA new year will rise up againA new year will rise up againI'll wager a heart full of guineasAgainst all of the songs you can singThat some day you'll loveAnd the next day you'll loseAnd winter will turn into springand the snow falls the wind calls the air turns round againand like party corn who rose from the grave a new year will rise up againand our garland upon it of days is to crown you the queen of the mayand all shall be home the seasons unfoldnight follows day and the snow fallsand the wind callsand the year turns round againand as the stars fall in user starand now a day's are put to restand calling all his games of this yearanother sun hahahaharhadھیIesanIpussyThere will come a time of great plentyA time of good harvest and sunTill then put your trust in tomorrow, my friendFor yesterday's over and doneAnd the snow fallsAnd the wind blowsAnd the year turns round againAnd the snow fallsAnd the wind blowsAnd the year turns round againAnd the snow fallsAnd the year turns round again