Where I came from there were no hills at all
the land was flat, the highways straight and wide
my brother and I would drive for hours

like years instead of days
our faces as pale as the dirty snow


Once I knew there was a love divine
then came a time I thought it knew me not
who can forgive forgiveness when forgiveness is not

only the Lamb as white as snow

And the water it was icy

as it washed over me
and the moon shined on me


Now this dry ground bears no fruit at all
only part is left under a crescent moon
the road refuses strangers, the land the seeds we sow

where might we find the Lamb as white as snow

As boys we would go hunting in the woods

to sleep the night, shooting out the stars
Now the wolves are every passing stranger
Every face we cannot know

If only a heart could be as white as snow
If only a heart could be as white as snow