Lyrics
Awaken in the silent night
Alone, inland hysteria
I'm a stranger in this land
Here I kneel before you
Solemn glory
Solemn glory
Standing together on the hill
Nothing is spoken, but yet understood
Below, a procession of wooden men
Swinging their tree trunks in the wind
Standing together on the hill
Nothing is spoken, but yet understood
The white birches are alive
They are marching
The white birches are alive
They are marching
The white birches are alive
They are marching
The white birches are alive
They are marching
