Today is a winter Sunday
We wear our heavy coats
The soul of my brother
Is pure, though he doesn't think so
Oh one for sorrow
Oh one for sorrow, two for joy
We walk the whole two miles to Holly
I want to hold his hand but I don't
The thoughts of my brother
Where and when they fly I don't know
Oh one for sorrow
Oh one for sorrow, two for joy
Everything is going to be
Much better in the spring
Today is a winter Sunday
We wear our heavy coats
The soul of my brother
Is pure, though he doesn't think so
Oh one for sorrow
Oh one for sorrow
Oh one for sorrow
One for sorrow, two for joy
What is coming down from the north road
What is coming up from the ground?
Going up, going down
Though we don't know much at all
Stand ever firmly, love
We'll stand ever firmly, love
