The wind is cold,
And we are bold,
Here and now in this place,
Standing against the odds that we face.

The snow is appalling,
Our numbers are falling,
As the days drift on and on.
But at the end of this day,
Oh how we’ll pray,
That we’ll live to see another morning.

For although we suffer,
In this God awful thunder,
The sunrise makes it worthwhile.
For as the light shines,
To us it’s a sign,
That God wants us to keep on walking,
Even in the worst of times.