Wind is so frost and winter's soul I see Two leaves clinging on a shaking tree Indeed, the dead body of fall decays Earth silvers these winter's very days
And an angel grew at winter's heart That angel glamorous, gay, and smart Who crowns wreath of stars and has silver wings Her voice courting everytime she sings
And then we met and fell in love with each We dance, sing, and laugh beyond our reach Pine trees dancing, birds sing their symphony And that winter turns to fantasy
Then she claimed the snow is dust of her wings And relic of our time; joy it brings For she said she might go away someday And that snow will comfort me that day
Eagerly, night grows day and day to night No leaves on a shaky tree at winter's might Wind's stirring a melody of sweet noise Filling the wind with her courting voice
But day has come my angel is sick She no longer dance, laugh, smile, and speak All lifting their arms hoping it's a myth Until next day she no longer breath
And so stopped the voyage of earth and time But not stopped the snow for winter's fine Why? Oh! The relic! The joy it brings! So nostalgic the dust of her wings!
