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Through the short and hardy forest

Brittle December pine

We're losing time

We're losing time

No we daren't forget our mother

Fixing supper by the stove

Praying for we come home

Praying for we come home

Oh the wind has grown thicker

And our sight has grown slim

Oh I hold onto my brother

That I see him again

In the pitch pine forest

My brother and I

We're losing time

We're losing time

Oh the white snow a'falling

A whistling winter waltz

She's playing our song

She's playing our song

War every shivering needle ring

Like a bell, our song would sing

Like a bell, our song would sing

War every shivering needle ring

Oh the harping of the eider

Unmistakably sweet

Oh the humming of our mother

We are far late to see

In the pitch pine forest

My brother and I

We're losing time

We're losing time