Tremors of dark heart depart as you come near Underneath the orchard, branches bare Better the bitter cold For into your hand to fold Semaphore your sorrow, I'll decipher code
We drum for the winter sun Dream to bury the gun Wait for providence to come Send our love to those we wish here At this time of year
What frankincense or myrrh do they seek To send our soldiers to those burning sands? How many crosses more must we stigmata our soil with Until we reveal the blood on our hands?
We drum for the winter sun Dream to bury the gun Wait for providence to come Send our love to those we wish here At this time of year
I've been so worried about the future Staring at the failures of my past I've got to really pull myself together For to wake that winter sun at last
Drumming for the winter sun Sending our love Wish you were here At this time of year
