Doing what it does so wellnI can hear the old church bellnEach day has a number now nIt’s singing lownnWater soon will turn to steamnBees are buzzing in my dreamnSuddenly the garden seemsnSo far awaynn“Don’t give in” they’ll saynThere’s nowhere to run anywaynI have decided to staynnAnd take on the shadow that darkens the daynTake on the mountain that stands in the waynIn the mouth of a shadownIn the mouth of a shadownIn the mouth of a shadownIn the eye of a stormnnWinter still defends itselfnBut one day all this ice will meltnI will take your bony handnAnd move alongnn“Don’t give in” they’ll saynThere’s nowhere to run anywaynI have decided to staynnTake on the shadow that darkens the daynTake on the mountain that stands in the waynIn the mouth of a shadownIn the mouth of a shadownIn the mouth of a shadownIn the eye of a stormnnIn the mouth of a shadownIn the mouth of a shadownIn the mouth of a shadownIn the eye of a stormnn