Woorden: Daniel Lanois. St. Ann's Gold.

With feet so cold
I feel no pain
And the western cross
On snow white plain

Look over yonder
The pines are down
They've laid them well
On sequoia ground

I hear the howling timber wolf
I hear the howling timber wolf

Sleepy eyes
Fading light
Snow white Suzy
You're my desire

You carry me back home
You carry me back home