Lyrics:

The scarecrow waits on the hill all day, and a sparrow

calls as the evening falls



We covered the mountain like snow; we covered the forest

like crows



But were lie down where the lilacs grow







Your hands look small, and the skin is so cold




With your nails all cracked, like beetles backs



Their cover the village like ghosts, their cover the

mountain like crows



But their find us where our blood meets the snow



Where the lilacs grow