I was born some time ago In this very room There's many who have come and gone There's may be one more soon Seasons come and seasons go Some tanking in between I'm looking through the window now At all that I have been Someone is singing some crazy song On the paint strained radio My hands they are wringing as I gaze upon These frozen fields of snow My father was a violent man He died in '63 My mother broke her silence then And she looked after me We dug a deep well for water She told me water makes you free She lost her only daughter Her name was Mary-Lee They called me up and threw me in And there I lost my heart I forget where I have been Till wake up in the dark I heard a voice saying you're going home As my blood began to flow My mama was calling and beckoning From the frozen fields of snow Something out there's going to ground Lying under open skies Birds of prey come swooping down Picking at their eyes Springtime in coming and it's none too soon It's time for me to let it go I can see color green poking throungh Through these frozen fields of snow My secrets are whispering in this fading light I have killed and I have loved Time it will decide