Why were you born when the snow was falling? You should have come to the cuckoo's calling Or when the wheat was green and tall Or when the rose is on the wall Why were you born when the wind was wailing? The frost was keen and the hail was hailing You should have come when the skies were blue And the summer sun came shining through No lullaby for you, my love No cradle song for you to prove The quiet hours the quiet years Only the frost, only the tears No lullaby, no lullaby Only the wind, the wind and I
