As we till our fields they look so worn and bare
We see a snow on the horizon to bring us what is pure
And with it comes reflection on Harvests' Hands-both bitter and sweet
Our bitter fruit we will cast away in the melting of our snow
For the melting snow has brought to us promise, of a fresh new harvest.
Because we have learned from yester years and held onto what is dear,
In the midst of our new harvest will come, new fruits sweet and clear.
