Father Winter in his heart of gloom Hums a carol of a coming bloom All departed to the Lord will rise For the harvest of the open skies From the soil and beneath the foam See Him carrying the harvest home Broken bodies and their hollowed bones Buried underneath such heavy stones 'Mid the sorrow and the Devil's knife Listen closer to the song of life Listen closer to the sweet refrain Our Redeemer will return again Father Winter in his heart of gloom Hums a carol of a coming bloom All departed to the Lord will rise For the harvest of the open skies