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