Witnessing the birds go by,
lonely heart gives up a sigh
humming soft -a lullaby.
Little does this spirit know;
watching sweetly from the snow
fairies on their small feet go
dance to lullaby.
Last of sunrays flee in fright,
twilight goes to darkened night,
lonely heart lights candle light,
gaze on falling snow.
Candle flickers, builds to flame,
whispers out a hidden name
lonely city calls the same,
such a pretty sight.
Listen close and you can hear
voices singing every year -
you don’t have to live in fear
just light up the flame.
