Hurrah for northern winds and for the quieting, white snow
That there upon each branch and leaf makes all an artful show
Hurrah for northern winds and for the quieting, white snow
That there upon each branch and leaf makes all an artful show
Bring me your ghosts
Bring me your shadows
Bring me what frightens and haunts
And tell me a tale
Here beside the fire
That we might see specters in the flames
Little can faze me
When I hold your hand in mine
And all is quiet
Have ever I seen, there upon the bright horizon line
More than what I expected, more than my desiréd sign?
I can but be what I’ve in me to be
And yet such promise can feel unfulfilled
If I cannot listen when I am stilled
To that which could make me a better me
Wind comes whistling down
Bringing with it frosty air
And a wish for spring
I was bewitched beneath the starry sky
By all the ancient stories reaching me
From places so unfathomably high
Their whispers along Time are all we see
Bury me in the ashes
Of the world we burned
She gathers the nuts
Though she barely grasps what for
Until the spring thaw
To wish upon a distant star
Is wishing back in time