New Model Army - Trees In Winter Lyrics
All rise for the king in all his rage and gloryAll kneel for the queen - her secret silver whisperAcross the snowbound fields, slowly the sad procession movesAnd we follow them down into the cold, cold groundRemember the things that we saidThe faith that we hold, the trees in winterThe things that we said, the faith that we holdAl buried in the earth and the earth like stone