The weather here is cold my friend, and all the days are short
The silver trees have lost their leaves, I’m glad of the winter coat I brought
The sunlight here is thin as ice, new forming on the lake
Every scene a dull grey-green that darkens into slate

The women of the town museum celebrate their crafts
The old kirk spire looks from on high, on people as they pass

And they pass
All the people pass
The old Kirk still looking down
As they pass

I went inside and signed my name, read the writing on the wall
An ancient verse, a memory test, I almost heard the Angel’s call
They had a carving of the parents, so tender with their babe
Their faces long with worry drawn; like they already knew his fate

On days like these I feel the same, that shadow stalks us all
But we wrap up tight on winter nights, button up: try to stand tall

To stand tall
Try to stand tall
Button up our winter coats
Try to stand tall

I’d rather be a door-keeper and only stay a day
Than restless roam outside your home and wander with this ache

Even a sparrow finds a place, where she can rest her wings
I’m homeward bound where peace is found, that’s where my soul can sing

And I’ll sing (as the people pass)
Every day I’ll sing (try to stand up tall)
I’ll know I’m homeward bound (until I rest my wings)
Every day I’ll sing