So Sing, So Sing The Winter Cows
They Lowly Croak And No-one Wonders Where They Are
Now They Know
Just What Will Come Remains A Mystery To Me
Now They Know
Just What Will Come Remains A Mystery To Me
To Me
Remains A Mystery

And When They Come Into Our View They Disappear Like A Lonely Star
The Winter Cows Are Leaving Now
The Summer Sun Is Burning Their Eyes
Their Infant Eyes
Burning Their Eyes
Their Infant Eyes
Burning Their Eyes