Snow Falls

Temperatures nosediving. Extreme weather warnings. Time for a serenade from the fantastic folk singer John Tams (or, for fans of the Nineties TV adaptations of Sharpe, Rifleman Dan Hagman).


Cruel winter cuts through like the reaper
The old year lies withered and slain
Like Barleycorn who arose from the grave
The new year will rise up again
And the snow falls
And the wind calls
And the year turns round again
And I'll wager a hat full of guineas
Against all of the songs you can sing
Some day you'll love and the next day you'll lose
And winter will turn into spring
And the snow falls
And the wind calls
And the year turns round again
There will come a time of great plenty
A time of good harvest and song
Till then put your trust in tomorrow my friend
For yesterday's over and done
And the snow falls
And the wind calls
And the year turns round again