Snowfall in the meadow,
Wind blows through the woodland,
Day gives way to shadow,
All with frost is aproned —
Boundaries and fences
Bring to thought tomorrows:
Where we draw our limits
There will come
Our sorrows
Snowfall in the meadow,
Wind blows through the woodland,
Day gives way to shadow,
All with frost is aproned —
Boundaries and fences
Bring to thought tomorrows:
Where we draw our limits
There will come
Our sorrows