Following Betulas

Lyrics for Following Betulas

Awaken in the silent night Alone, inland hysteria I'm a stranger in this land Here I kneel before you Solemn glory Solemn glory Standing together on the hill Nothing is spoken, but yet understood Below, a procession of wooden men Swinging their tree trunks in the wind Standing together on the hill Nothing is spoken, but yet understood The white birches are alive They are marching The white birches are alive They are marching The white birches are alive They are marching The white birches are alive They are marching