In The Ground de Midlake

So in the ground
In frozen wood
The father lies
And all the wrongs
He'd ever tried were put to rest
Bore but two sons to follow him
Both wrestled long, but younger wins

After long winter's gone
Seems that all is well, all is well

And the rose wakens now
In the joyful air, in the sun

There among the ruined ones
Are those who've played
And those who've sun

While the end remains unseen
Let us play, let us sing

Bring the town
From all her cries
From her wounds
From her sighs
And she'll try
Mending all she can

In frozen wood
The father lies
And all the wrongs
He'd ever tried were put to rest
Bore but two sons to follow him
Both wrestled long, but younger wins