Snow falls slow and steadily Phone calls with my family And there you are Just like you were a year ago Or is it me who's returning? Man, I never know But here we go Snow fills the empty parking lot Clean slate, think on all you've forgot And what a year Who knew how much time time could hold? But where from here? 'Cause I've heard the tale told and retold And I'm getting old I'm getting old, but do you hear the choir? "Mild he lays his glory by" Your ember can grow into a fire "Born that man no more may die" It's been two millennia Since you spoke the way we do But every year When the cold air clears the skies You reappear And I can't help but to raise my eyes And breathe a sigh