Thick fir needles Rough icicles slide through the hands Of the cold nosed kid Who stares patiently at the wind And searches winter's Tiny hopeful splotches.
If the snow like a whipped up blanket Could fill this town again Then angels' white and silent night And Christmas dreams And the memories of red sleighs And painted things If he could resurrect the names Of those blasting reindeer Put Santa's bells and bag And "Ho Ho Ho HO HO" Back on the wooden sleigh But in the cold of winter He looks high and lo Pleased with a mere flash- Of his mother's face - flash Of her warm pink skin, white teeth Under laughing eyes and nose.
It's in the very cold of winter That the hot chocolate Steamed upon the cold nose Of his young and gentle face But now inside he's screaming - Once Bing Crosby brought her back Once it was the chocolate fudge, The canning jars in the pantry, The Toll House cookies All still warm within his heart - Her Candlelit Christmas vision Her bright seasonal smile Melting like a snowflake's design Still warm within his aching heart The fresh smell of his candy cane Still ripe on the sticky package Buried with the presents in the snow Of a carefully folded white sheet Under the Christmas tree - Don't assume it's the winter That makes you so strong and full No, it's her face, buried softly Under the Christmas snow.
Lit by the Sun Hmm hmm, so this is goodbye Hush hush, there's no cloud Threatening to cover you like a shroud.
I saw my love just standing there As pleasant in her nakedness as the moon Far from the tiny being her mother adored Still still her blood filled face in red bloom No no, I cannot watch her go.
She's lovely as she was that day The day the light first kissed her face And she came wanted with small hands And a tiny amount of baby grace.
No no, she came an hour I did not know In years of pain I sought her And how she came to find me here I do not know; she's sweet and dear How can I let her go? The moon arose and glanced at heaven It was born to share a light With the sun whom strength was given She shall shine on each clear night Still still, you are the moon and cannot go Stay stay, the sun still needs you here below.
'How can I stay?' She says.
'How can you go?' The sun is an important light A lantern lit by God himself But the sun without its lesser light Hides itself completely from dusk to dawn.
Still still, at sometime all must go No no, I think I've found kind of a loophole.
If you go, the light God lit Will not seem as permanent The stars will shine, meteors glow But heaven's light men will not know See? I cannot let you go.
If the snow like a whipped up blanket Could fill this town again Then angels' white and silent night And Christmas dreams And the memories of red sleighs And painted things If he could resurrect the names Of those blasting reindeer Put Santa's bells and bag And "Ho Ho Ho HO HO" Back on the wooden sleigh But in the cold of winter He looks high and lo Pleased with a mere flash- Of his mother's face - flash Of her warm pink skin, white teeth Under laughing eyes and nose.
It's in the very cold of winter That the hot chocolate Steamed upon the cold nose Of his young and gentle face But now inside he's screaming - Once Bing Crosby brought her back Once it was the chocolate fudge, The canning jars in the pantry, The Toll House cookies All still warm within his heart - Her Candlelit Christmas vision Her bright seasonal smile Melting like a snowflake's design Still warm within his aching heart The fresh smell of his candy cane Still ripe on the sticky package Buried with the presents in the snow Of a carefully folded white sheet Under the Christmas tree - Don't assume it's the winter That makes you so strong and full No, it's her face, buried softly Under the Christmas snow.
Lit by the Sun Hmm hmm, so this is goodbye Hush hush, there's no cloud Threatening to cover you like a shroud.
I saw my love just standing there As pleasant in her nakedness as the moon Far from the tiny being her mother adored Still still her blood filled face in red bloom No no, I cannot watch her go.
She's lovely as she was that day The day the light first kissed her face And she came wanted with small hands And a tiny amount of baby grace.
No no, she came an hour I did not know In years of pain I sought her And how she came to find me here I do not know; she's sweet and dear How can I let her go? The moon arose and glanced at heaven It was born to share a light With the sun whom strength was given She shall shine on each clear night Still still, you are the moon and cannot go Stay stay, the sun still needs you here below.
'How can I stay?' She says.
'How can you go?' The sun is an important light A lantern lit by God himself But the sun without its lesser light Hides itself completely from dusk to dawn.
Still still, at sometime all must go No no, I think I've found kind of a loophole.
If you go, the light God lit Will not seem as permanent The stars will shine, meteors glow But heaven's light men will not know See? I cannot let you go.
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