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