The Snow Child ft. the Coal Biters Lyrics

Frank Flood came home in the autumn

Came home from the horrors of the war

To a widowed mother

And a farm in disrepair

He bent his back to labor

And he sought his fortune there

In those fields his father had cleared

In the shadow of Mount Hersey

By the time the winter came he had a wife

Before it came again he had a son

And that house filled up with laughter

And those paper-thin cries

While the fields they filled with produce

And the pastures filled with life

All the memories of the war

Began to fade in the shadow of Mount Hersey

But the child grew ill

And in two years died

They laid him to rest on the mountain side

A little coffin by his grandfather's grave

In the shadow of Mount Hersey

And again Frank bent his back to labor

And he built and tilled and he plowed

He found a measure of peace

Just in working with his hands

And it kept his mind off things

When he was minding to his land

On that farm his father had set

In the shadow of Mount Hersey

When the winter came again

He was laying up wood

By the family plot where two stones stood

And when he went home for dinner

He left behind his axe

And snow began to fall

By the time that Frank turned back

Old Bounce was baying at the darkness

In the shadow of Mount Hersey

And by the axe a boy

Stood trembling in the cold

And he bore a strong resemblance

And he was only two years old

And Frank searched the lands around him

But he never found a soul

Who could tell him

How that child had come to be

In the shadow of Mount Hersey

So Frank took the child into his home

And he brought the family comfort

And they claimed him as their own

He was the only snowchild ever found

In the shadow of Mount Hersey