In the lee of the mountains with snow on the ground
Sits a quaint little village with hills all around
No sign can be seen of the green grassy hills
For they lay neath the
snow in the wintery chill
But the people are
happy and get on with their lives
All the brothers and
sisters and husbands and wives
For they know that
soon the snow will turn to rain
And then they will see
their green hills again
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