So in the ground In frozen wood The father lies And all the wrongs He'd ever tried were put to rest Bore but two sons to follow him Both wrestled long, but younger wins
After long winter's gone Seems that all is well, all is well
And the rose wakens now In the joyful air, in the sun
There among the ruined ones Are those who've played And those who've sun
While the end remains unseen Let us play, let us sing
Bring the town From all her cries From her wounds From her sighs And she'll try Mending all she can
In frozen wood The father lies And all the wrongs He'd ever tried were put to rest Bore but two sons to follow him Both wrestled long, but younger wins
