It's starting to rain, on a sunny Summer's day,
The evening song carries me back home,
The leaves turn grey from Autum's delay,
What once was strong has withered, died and gone.
The electricity in this place,
Far from the city with God's own grace,
The treasure I keep locked up in my heart,
For eternity we'll spend apart.
The simplicity of the evergreens,
From the snow peaked mountains runs a cold, clear stream,
Winter has now come to an end,
The frost is gone and Spring will start again.