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 meDown 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 youWhoa, there's a choir upon the wind

Singing old familiar hymns

And my ears they're playing tricks on me

I can almost hear harmonyDown 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

For you (x2)