It Covers the Hillsides

It covers the roadways

It covers the hillsides

It covers the houses

It covers the frozen pines

And we had the snowfall

To run all the rations dry

And when we got hungry

We'd taken what wasn't ours

And now we will set out

The seats are cold on this boat

As we head towards the ocean

Making our way out

Trying to survive

As we head our towards the ocean

I'm not sure where this river goes

But we have no choice but to follow

There is smoke in the sky over those trees

Let us hope they are kind to you and me

Let us hope, let us hope they have enough

Winter comes, it sure is rough

Maybe they'll welcome us

We won't ask much

But their rations were low

And they couldn't help us

So off we go

It covers the roadways

It covers the hillsides

It covers the houses

It covers the frozen pines

Now we will set out

The seats are cold on this boat

As we head towards the ocean

Making our way out

Trying to survive

As we head out towards the ocean

Towards the ocean, towards the ocean

Towards the ocean, towards the ocean