There is snow on the hill
Rain in the valley
Dust on the sill
And this long blind alley
Well, if crows can't fly
Then i have no lover
If water is dry
She has no other
Well, if the sun don't rise
Then i'm never lonely
If no one cries
Then i am her only
It's beat for the fire
Pich for the garden
Pich for the barley
Pich for my darling
The sun isn't hot
The moon isn't round
This world isn't full of sorrow
Bullets aren't shot
And shot makes no sound
And my faithful love will be around tomorrow
Well, it's snow on the hill
Rain in the valley
Dust on the sill
And a notch on the tally
