Snow Story (Piano/Lounge Version)

Commanded to gather little sticks for home fires Alone in this forest. oh, it's cold out here But it's colder in there Within stony walls made of wood. Hours of searching; the sun has gone to rest This basket is empty: no reason to return For it's colder in there Within stony walls made of wood I am the offspring of winter My rivers of thaw will flow down When the spring brings its warmth To my heart that has been Held together by frozen tears Those walls imprisoned Threatened, though never touched Chains on the mantle Captive of faceless fears Still, it's so cold in there Within stony walls made of wood I am the offspring of winter My rivers of thaw will flow down When the spring brings its warmth To my heart that has been Held together by frozen tears Done with my brooding: wand'ring within my mind Traveling homeward to a more distant land Where the coldness subsides Within gentle walls made of love