Today is a winter Sunday.
We wear our heavy coats.
The soul of my brother
is pure though he doesn't think so
oh, one for sorrow,
on, one for sorrow,
two for joy.

We walk the whole two miles to holly
I want to hold his hand
but I don't.
The thoughts of my brother;
where and when they fly
I don't know

Oh, one for sorrow
oh, one for sorrow
two for joy

Everything is going to be
much better in the spring.

Today is a winter sunday
we wear our heavy coats
The soul of my brother
is pure though he doesn't think so
Oh one for sorrow
oh, one for sorrow
oh, one for sorrow
oh, one for sorrow
two for joy.

What is coming down from the north road
What is coming down out from the ground
going up
going down
though we don't know much at all,
stand ever firmly, love.
We'll stand ever firmly, love.