
The sun is bright and golden though it’s low
To the dead it cannot life bestow
But seeds are resting in the fertile earth
Waiting for the moment of new
birth
In the near dead time of winter chill
Have faith and hope but also we need will
The sun is bright and golden though it’s low
To the dead it cannot life bestow
But seeds are resting in the fertile earth
Waiting for the moment of new
birth
In the near dead time of winter chill
Have faith and hope but also we need will