Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daises grow.
All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair,
Fallen to dust.
Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daises grow.
All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair,
Fallen to dust.
Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so