Like it was written in the snow This light isn't kind to me, I know This light isn't kind to me It only shines inside of me And how is anyone to know? Before the 11 church bell rings I walk the length of the village green The air energizes me It moves around inside of me And we all live in the open air I would die if I thought Anyone would hurt you, yes And I would cry to think Anyone could do something like that You're the queen of the village green The kind of thing you hear from the insane Am I supposed to hear the sleigh bells ring? Do I think of love and better things? Do I work up and vacate my own place Say the things that I always say? I would die if I thought Anyone would hurt you, yes And I would cry to think Anyone could do something like that You're the queen of the village green The kind of thing you hear from the insane And I would die if I thought Anyone would hurt you, yes And I would cry to think Anyone could do something like that You're the queen of the village green