I can no longer hear you call 'cross the airwaves    Fog on the line has shaken my will not to yield    The one left here, my command all gone down    I'm caught, caught, where the cold dark fingers trace    Where the men who failed, they lie and kiss the dark earth's face    I am lost, lost, by the storm clouds am tossed    Now here comes the snow deep    And I will take a sleep, sweet Margaret my dear    Tell me    It was long and a strong and sweet year indeed    To get lost in      I've seen the survivors when they come home from the icefields    The lace and the ladies' flush and a pearl on the eye    Fine bone china and the log fire spark high    But I'm back in the wasteland low, where the ripe seed never gets blown   What chance I'll see te sun on the lea, hear the cornfield moan    I am lost, lost, by the storm clouds am tossed    Now here comes the snow deep    And I will take sleep, sweet Margaret my dear    Tell me    It was a long and a strong and a sweet year indeed    To get lost in      No one to hear me when I cry    No one to hold me when I sigh    No one to watch me when I die    How will I live again