Snow Is Falling — текст песни (Chris De Burgh)

Written by Chris de Burgh

Snow is falling, snow is falling on the ground,
In the forest, in the forest there`s no sound;
A shallow grave is where we lie,
The boys and men who died,
And snow is falling on the ground,
And we are calling to be found;

And the seasons, and the seasons come and go,
In the springtime, birds will sing and flowers grow,
At summer`s end, the autumn breeze,
Will whisper through the trees,
And leaves are falling on the ground,
And we are calling to be found;

And in our homes, so many tears,
They don`t know where we have gone,
And snow is falling on the ground,
And we are calling to be found,
We are calling to be found......