I can no longer hear you call 'cross the airwaves 

Fog on the line has shaken my will not to yield 

The one left here, my command all gone down 

I'm caught, caught, where the cold dark fingers trace 

Where the men who failed, they lie and kiss the dark earth's face 

I am lost, lost, by the storm clouds am tossed 

Now here comes the snow deep 

And I will take a sleep, sweet Margaret my dear 

Tell me 

It was long and a strong and sweet year indeed 

To get lost in



I've seen the survivors when they come home from the icefields 

The lace and the ladies' flush and a pearl on the eye 

Fine bone china and the log fire spark high 

But I'm back in the wasteland low, where the ripe seed never gets blown

What chance I'll see te sun on the lea, hear the cornfield moan 

I am lost, lost, by the storm clouds am tossed 

Now here comes the snow deep 

And I will take sleep, sweet Margaret my dear 

Tell me 

It was a long and a strong and a sweet year indeed 

To get lost in



No one to hear me when I cry 

No one to hold me when I sigh 

No one to watch me when I die 

How will I live again