Is there still snow up on the mountain Is there still blood upon my hands And is there still life in an old dog year Or are its bones under the ground And I have seen the bird of sorrow And I have looked it in the eye But you were broken long before My love took your heart and bled it dry Will you wait for death to come and take you Will you wait for God and ask him why Will you wait until your daughter wakes you wide And shows you why you have to try Is there still snow up on the mountain Is there still blood upon my hands And is there still life in an old dog yet Or are its bones under the ground And I have seen the bird of sorrow And I have looked it in the eye But you were broken long before My love took your heart and bled it dry Will you wait for death to come and take you Will you wait for God and ask him why Will you wait until your daughter wakes you wide And shows you why you have to try