The winter has begun The sun is nearly gone Tell this land your farewell The journey will be long Looking for the warmer south You will find your home The maps are written in your blood The route is in the sky Only keeping side by side We'll never loose the course We might not get another chance But you can always count on These hands No matter where you are We are brothers When the storm is reaching us We'll shelter in the pines When our throat is getting' dry The river will provide We might not get another chance But you can always count on These hands No matter where you are We are brothers