The snow that surrounded us has now gone,
Apart from the White dregs on the hillsides,
And the sun, it comes up from the east,
O, the sweet, fresh outside,
Nothing can harm us, not the cold or beasts,
Are we just outsiders, listening to the redwood larks?
Redwood hill, redwood hill, with the Dalmatian snow, redwood hill,
My dear, let's climb it and wait for the larks.
Go to Redwood hill, O to listen to the larks.
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