where i grew up there were no hills at all
the land was flat, the highway straight and wide
my brother and i, wed drive for hours, like wed years instead of days
our faces as pale as the dirty snow
once i knew there was a love divine
then came a time i thought it knew me not
who can forgive forgiveness when forgiveness is not?
only the land as white as snow
and the water it was icy
as it washed over me
and the moon shined above me
now this dry ground it bears no fruit at all
only under a crescent moon
the road refuses strangers
the land, the seeds we sew
where might we find a land as white as snow?
as boys we would go hunting in the wood
to sleep, the night shun out the stars
now the wolves are every passing stranger
every face we cannot know
for only a heart could be as white as snow
for only a heart could be as white as snow
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