the snow started againnoh, nand the streets are laden with nicenthe tree is a frosty flag staffnthe mountain's an aching backnthat's clinched in a coiln(under frigid soil)n'cause the snow has started againnnbut the new year won't waitnnoh, when i am old i'll look back at the way i wasnand time will feel so dark like every year's a deeper huennandnn you will get obscured by them,(go)nnnnah nnnn(oh, when i am old i'll look back at the way i wasnand time will feel so dark like every year's a deeper huennand you will get obscured ,)