beyond the winter garmentsof these trees' fleshlay spirits of souls forgotten among the newly birthed December snow,and if you care to join me amongst this winter tale, come with anew hearts o'er flowing withchild's laughter of innocent play.

listen, for softly they whisper forgotten winters' lullabies.

amongst this December night's wind,

They have a story to share for those who wish to hear with gentle hearts thy Lord finds pure.

Step ever so gentle, love, least you abandon the meaning of their stay this Winters eve.

as we walk past their weary refuge of trees left in slumber,thy eyes of Winters children past gleam dance within the icicles that make they winter home among branches.

With silence you can hear the children of past

Winters laughter of innocent charm

throughout the wearied land that lay in awaiting slumber
for the day of peace is at hand.
Their winter tale of love breathes
enchantment throughout the land.
Long a go in a time forgotten by modern man,
these children of forgotten winters
played with hearts of peace and love,
they listened to the stories fearies of snowflakes told,
and laughed as the madien of snow that children's hands gave birth to
danced for them with perfect grace
they sat in mediviel castles of white snow;
though they grew old and wearied by the hand of society
their laughter still rings clear
throughout the snow they chastened
and engraved their childish games of winter charm
within each falling snowflake.
Listen dearest heart of hope, listen for they call out
to bless you with Christ's tidings of joy and love divine.
And if the heart of hardened men bare down on you,
walk with me my love through Winters laughter
and forsake the pain of wars brought by cold hearts
of material lust.
The spirits of winters past
touch your shoulder
though you turn to see their face,
they have gone
but with their stay they give their gift of child's love.
Though this last not forever,
the memories and joy they bring last for eternal.
The children's hands wrap around your arms
though their faces are not seen,
the presences that they leave behind,
we hold and cherish for all time.
Long a go
many years before our eyes saw this earth,
These children share they story
on each winter evening
when hearts of love and hearts of joy
walk throughout the lands of whiten blankets cover,
where children of winters past
once shared a childish game of love and joy,
with in their own world of enchantment
and diamond snow,
where faeries dance throughout.
Though we may go our seperate days,
forget not the day the children of winter past shared their
winter tale of hope and love
of faeries and of snow madiens.
of Medivel castles
a meaning of hope rests in the trees we past.
Walking through winter's enchantment
spirits of thy hollow worlds dance within skys of white enchanment