Once a year you'll appear, dine at their tables and drink stoop to stoop Though no one sees you Once a year you'll appear, swing on your swingset
Sing snowy night rooms, your sweet snowy tombs
No, they will wake you they are Cover your form with old clothes No, they'll take you into their arms Grandma's stormcellar grew cold
Go this night into time, oh did you scare them dressed in sheets of white, at dizzying heights? Go this night into time, the children mistaken to think it untrue, you old ancient ruse
No, they will wake you they are Cover your form with old clothes No, they'll take you into their arms Tell them the secret to snowing
Pointing hands, pointing hands ghosts of the old friends we all used to be, we all used to be Pointing hands, pointing hands, somehow we all played in musical bands that toured through the lands
No, they will wake you they are Cover your form with old clothes No, they'll take you into their arms Tell them the secret to snowingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
