Tom Rosewater

Winter's cold is growing fast

nothing's gain to feed our loss

now our day won't ever last

now our time won't come to pass it goes,

long gone

Love is hate is love again

how can we forgive a truth

that will always fly half mast?

winter's cold is growing fast and so,

it goes

It goes

When you spoke,

it shook the ground.

I thought I could hear you from beyond the great

divide

But now that winter's growing cold,

now all I hear are words you never said

in time my Love

So it goes

So it goes, so it goes

It goes