Tracks In the Snow

Whoa I hear the quiet now

Of paper airplanes falling down

Whoa the branches of every tree

Bend like a cathedral over me

Down where the river bends everyone's waiting

But that's not the reason I'm making these tracks in the snow

There's a box in my hands as I go

Wrapped up in scarlet and gold

For you

Whoa there's a choir upon the wind

Singing old familiar hymns

And my ears they're playing tricks on me

I can almost hear harmony

Down where the river bends that's where you're waiting

You are the reason I'm making these tracks in the snow

There's a box in my hands as I go

Wrapped up in scarlet and gold

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Down where the river bends nobodies waiting

But there's still a reason for making these tracks in the snow

Down at the end of the road

I'll clear a place in the snow

Leave this box wrapped in scarlet and gold

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