Stories

Silence in the air, all the streets are bare The trees are splashed with gold Take a breath, I need to rest I’ve never felt so old The winter lights burn brightly still Long after I am gone And men will sing of ancient tales Of stories great and long In a place, I’ve lost, veiled in winter frost I find myself alone Fingers pressed in the wilderness I still don’t know my home The winter lights burn brightly still Long after I am gone And men will sing of ancient tales Of stories great and long Oooooo Oooooo Frozen graves - the way they pave To make us all aware The river flows but where it goes Only they will share The winter lights burn brightly still Long after I am gone And men will sing of ancient tales Of stories great and long I am my father’s daughter I am my father’s daughter I am