Stan Stewart - Snow Story - Piano/Lounge Version Lyrics

commanded to gather little sticks for home fires
alone in this forest. oh, it's cold out here,
but it's colder in there
within stony walls made of wood.

hours of searching; the sun has gone to rest.
this basket is empty: no reason to return
for it's colder in there
within stony walls made of wood.

i am the offspring of winter:
my rivers of thaw will flow down
when the spring brings its warmth
to my heart that has been
held together by frozen tears.

those walls imprisoned,
threatened, though never touched.
chains on the mantle.
captive of faceless fears.
still, it's so cold in there
within stony walls made of wood.

i am the offspring of winter:
my rivers of thaw will flow down
when the spring brings its warmth
to my heart that has been
held together by frozen tears.

done with my brooding: wand'ring within my mind.
traveling homeward to a more distant land
where the coldness subsides
within gentle walls made of love.