snow is falling , snow is falling on the ground , In the forest , in the forest there ' s no sound ; A shallow grave is where we lie , The boys and men who died , And snow is falling on the ground , And We are calling to be found ; And the seasons , and the seasons come on go , In the springtime , birds will sing and flowers grow , At summer ' s end , the autumn breeze , will whisper through the trees , And leaves are falling on the ground , And we are calling to be found ; And in our homes , so many tears , They don ' t know where we have gone , And snow is falling on the ground , And we are calling to be found , We are calling to be found . ....