Tracks In the Snow - The Civil Wars
Whoa I hear the quiet now
Of paper airplanes falling down
Whoa the branches of every tree
Bend like a cathedral over me
Down where the river bends everyone's waiting
But that's not the reason I'm making these tracks in the snow
There's a box in my hands as I go
Wrapped up in scarlet and gold
For you
Whoa there's a choir upon the wind
Singing old familiar hymns
And my ears they're playing tricks on me
I can almost hear harmony
Down where the river bends that's where you're waiting
You are the reason I'm making these tracks in the snow
There's a box in my hands as I go
Wrapped up in scarlet and gold
For you
For you
Down where the river bends nobodies waiting
But there's still a reason for making these tracks in the snow
Down at the end of the road
I'll clear a place in the snow
Leave this box wrapped in scarlet and gold
For you
For you
编辑于2021/04/14更新