Cruel winter cuts through lilke the reaper
The old year lies withered and slain
But like Barlecorn who rose from the grave
A new year will rise up again
And the snow falls, the wind calls
And the year turns round again
But like Barlecorn who rose from the grave
A new year will rise up again

And I'll wager a handful of guineas
And all of the songs you can sing
That one day you'll love, the next day you'll lose
And winter winter will turn into spring
And the snow falls, the wind calls
And the year turns round again
But like Barlecorn who rose from the grave
A new year will rise up again

Then I'll garland a bonnet of daiasies
And crown you the queen of the May
And all shall behold the seasons unfold
As surely as night follows day
And the snow falls, the wind calls
And the year turns round again
But like Barlecorn who rose from the grave
A new year will rise up again

But there will come a time of great plenty,
a time of gold harvest and sun
Till then put your trust in tomorrow my friend
For yesterday's over and done
And we've ploughed, sowed, reaped and mowed
And the year turns round again
But like Barlecorn who rose from the grave
A new year will rise up again

Cruel winter cuts through lilke the reaper
The old year lies withered and slain
But like Barlecorn who rose from the grave
A new year will rise up again
Pheobe arise, a gleam's in her eye
And the year turns round again
And like Barlecorn who rose from the grave
A new year will rise up again

John Tams wrote Snow Falls for the play and Albion Band's subsequent 1980 album Lark Rise to Candleford. This version by Joy Foxley