Debra Cowan - The Snow Is on the Ground lyrics

Cold winter is come with its cold chilling breath And the verdure's all dropped from the trees All nature seems touched by the finger of d**h And the streams are beginning to freeze When the hills and the dales are all covered with white And Flora attends us no more When you are enjoying a good fire-side Will you grumble to think on the poor? When the north wind's ascending and chilling the ground And the sportsmen again shooting go And the happy young lads o'er the rivers can slide And the icicles hang at your door When our lips and our fingers are trembling with cold And the rivers are froze on the shore When the bright twinkling stars they proclaim the cold night It's the time to remember the poor When the poor harmless hare is tracked to the woods With his footsteps indented in snow And the robin red breast he approaches your cot And in danger the traveler goes When your minds are annoyed by the wide swelling flood And the bridges are useful no more When your bowl warms with something reviving and hot Will you grumble to think on the poor Soon a day it will come when our Saviour we'll see All nations shall join in one voice All the world shall unite to salute the sweet 'morn All the ends of the earth shall rejoice When grim d**h's deprived of his k**ing sting And the grave rules triumphant no more Saints, angels and men hallelujah shall sing That's the time to remember the poor Saints, angels and men hallelujah shall sing Then the rich must remember the poor