The Snow Hare

The hare turns white as the year turns black

Oh, the rain is falling

The hare turns white as the year turns black

Oh, the dark is rising

By the loch of the birds, he hunkers down in the heather

He waits for the veil of snow to come and cover him over

The snow hare hides in the mountain moss

Oh, the sleet is falling

The snow hare hides in the mountain moss

Oh, the dark is rising

By the cairn of the goose, he hunkers down in the heather

He longs for the veil of snow to come and cover him over

The hare, he waits on the highest hill

But the snow is no more falling

The hare, he waits on the highest hill

Oh, the dark is rising

By the rock of the stag, he shelters in from the weather

He prays for the veil of snow to come and cover him over