Entropy's Plan

Somewhere, my friends, there will be songs to sing.
Although the snow, covers the hope of spring.
Somewhere a hill, blossoms in green and gold. And there are dreams,
all that your heart can hold.
Someday we'll meet again, my friends. Someday whenever the spring breaks
through.
You'll come to me, out of the long ago. Warm as the wind, soft as the kiss of
snow.
Till then, my friends, think of me now and then. God, speed my love' til you
are mine again.