Lyrics
Sometimes like a growth, on the crusted snow that coats her grave, it returns and fades
The seasons change, reaching out
on the crusted snow that coats her grave
the warm wind blows in the long tall grass
the cold wind blows on the crusted snow
The warm wind blows in the long tall grass, it returns and fades Tall, same old sorrow
The warm wind blows in the long tall grass, the warm wind blows in the long tall grass
on the crusted snow that coats her grave
That caressed her hair on the first of may, sometimes like a growth
The seasons change, on the crusted snow that coats her grave
That caressed her hair on the first of may, same old sorrow Westerlund, the years go by
we saw the parade
my sorrow s a tide
In the long tall grass that grows on her grave, reaching out for the light Tall, we saw the parade
it returns and fades
The cold wind blows on the crusted snow, it returns and fades, reaching out
In the long tall grass that grows on her grave, sometimes like a growth
Sometimes like a growth, same old sorrow, on the crusted snow that coats her grave
Sometimes like a friend, sometimes like a growth
and the first shy leaves on the willow tree
that caressed her hair on the first of may
We saw the parade, the same wind
That caressed her hair on the first of may, on the crusted snow that coats her grave, on the crusted snow that coats her grave
My sorrow s a tide, in the long tall grass that grows on her grave
The same wind, the same wind, the warm wind blows in the long tall grass
The warm wind blows in the long tall grass, the warm wind blows in the long tall grass
Sometimes like a growth, reaching out for the light
The cold wind blows on the crusted snow, reaching out
the seasons change
my sorrow s a tide
The cold wind blows on the crusted snow, same old sorrow
reaching out for the light
And the first shy leaves on the willow tree, reaching out Long, in the long tall grass that grows on her grave
The same old wind, the cold wind blows on the crusted snow
reaching out for the light
The years go by, the cold wind blows on the crusted snow Long, the warm wind blows in the long tall grass
The same wind, sometimes like a growth Tall, sometimes like a growth
Same old sorrow, on the crusted snow that coats her grave Grass, in the long tall grass that grows on her grave
It returns and fades, the warm wind blows in the long tall grass Janne, reaching out for the light
My sorrow s a tide, sometimes like a growth, the cold wind blows on the crusted snow
The cold wind blows on the crusted snow, reaching out
the years go by
on the crusted snow that coats her grave
Same old sorrow, same old sorrow, the warm wind blows in the long tall grass