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So in the ground
In frozen wood the father lies
And all the wrongs
He'd ever tried were put to rest

Bore but two sons to follow him
Both wrestled long but younger wins

After long winter's gone
Seems that all is well, all is well

And the rose wakens now
In the joyful air, in the sun

There among the ruined ones
Are those who've played
And those who've sung

While the end remains unseen
Let us play, let us sing

Bring the town from all her cries
From her wounds, from her sighs
And she'll try mending all she can

So in the ground
In frozen wood the father lies
And all the wrongs
He'd ever tried were put to rest

Bore but two sons to follow him
Both wrestled long but younger wins