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......