TILL THE SPRING COMES by JOHN TAMS

Cold the morning
Come the dawning
Frost comes creeping in
At very side
But for us who stand together
Bitter weather never can divide.

CHORUS
Like some army ever onward
We shall conquer
Come what may betide
Till the spring comes on the river
And the snow melts on the mountain side.

Hands grow colder
Lives grow older
Cruel winter seeps into the vein
Hear the clamour
Raise the banner
For the living iron
Rises again.


From

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