Here now, tiny snowflakes
Knit a blanket over the world
I could do with a warm cup of comfort
And some lovely company
A hike is a home for
For someone who lives alone
So I'll stare at the firewood longingly
And hope for a knock at the door
Is it the sparrow who's brought me more kindling
Or the hare who wants somewhere to stay
May there be an answer why they have not yet dropped by
Since last winter's days
I hear the bells in the distance
Calling me to come out and play
Maybe I'll put on my snow boots
Dig out this red hood
Or visit my grandmother's place
I'll follow a raven
Through the pine wearing white sleeves of snow
Through the years they have watched me grow taller
And they know all too well where I'll go
Wolf howl cannot harm you
If you're not afraid of walking alone
But as a fawn loses sight of its mother
I wonder why we're all given
The warmth for another, be it family or lover
To plant hope in a beating heart
Only to have winter's scythe send its chills down their spines
And take them somewhere far apart
I hear the bells in the distance
Calling us to come out and pray
And I've come here to weep
But how can there be flowers
Growing out of the grave
I hear the bells in the distance
Calling us to be taken away
I know death is no stranger
He'll be there to hold
My hand at the end of the day
So before I meet with the sparrow
The hare and the mother deer's gaze
I will cherish the winter bloom grandmother gave
Midst the pursuit of warmth in this pain
It's been
No wonder
That the robin continues to sing
Midst the bleak desolation it sees
To awaken the feelings of spring