The Geoff Smith Band - Six Wings of Bliss

Cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave it will not shine again its sad course is done I have seen the last ray wane of the cold, bright sun cold in the earth and fifteen wild decembers from those brown hills have melted into spring no later light has lightened up my heaven no second morn has ever shone for me all my life’s bliss from thy dear life was given all my life’s bliss is in the grave with thee.