LyricsHearth of Home

Simon Paul Arneberg

Last update on: April 20, 2020
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#together against coronavirus

I can't help but notice the feeling The bright sun is gone today All of the seasons are fleeting

But it seems this one might stay All the land waits for the winter With frost-laden breath held tight The leaves they grow weary and whimper As early days turn into night And oooh, they come Those snowflakes from above, pouring out to fill the ground And oooh, we rise Like ashes in the wind, forgetting how to come back down The noises of life seem to tiptoe As everything grows so faint The trees and the bushes stoop down low With a layer of heavy white paint I trade all these red leaves for white tree The cold is a matter of will But the crystalline beauty compels me To sit in awe, to be still And ooh, who knows Why seasons come and go, but there's beauty in the way they roam And ooh, the cold Strips life from lumber's limbs, juxtaposing with the hearth of home And oooh, they come Those snowflakes from above, pouring out to fill the ground And oooh, we rise Like ashes in the wind, forgetting how to come back down

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