(Starts at 6:40 on "Winter Wind")

This ain't a garden, but pretty are the flowers and gorgeous the green, green grass

She holds her heart, and he keeps on killing time with his eyes on the dates

Figuring the lives in the ages somehow

This ain't her service, but dark is the pit and heavy the stones in the dirt

They hold the chains that keep on falling to places that we shouldn't be

Believing it could never be me

Never be me

No one's standing tall

Long is the fall

As the hole grows small

The earth that is filled keeps steady with the ground we walk

How much longer must the mother keep her faith?

Both her hands are filled with more than she gave

With all the tears falling from her face

The river flows around her as she waits

No one's standing tall

And long is the fall

As the hole grows small

The blood that was spilt, we'll never know all that well