Tracks In The Snow
Oh, I hear the quiet nowOf paper airplanes falling downOh, the branches of every treeBend like a cathedral over me
Down where the river bends,everyone's waitingBut that's not the reasonI'm making these tracks in the snowThere's a box in my hands as I goWrapped up in scarlet and goldFor you
Oh, there's a choir upon the windSinging old familiar hymnsAnd my ears, they're playing tricks on meI can almost hear harmony...
Down where the river bends,that's where you're waitingYou are the reasonI'm making these tracks in the snowThere's a box in my hands as I goWrapped up in scarlet and goldFor you, for you...
Down where the river bends,nobody's waitingBut there's still a reasonfor making these tracks in the snowDown at the end of the roadI'll clear a place in the snowLeave this box wrapped in scarlet and goldFor you, for you...