middle of the forest ground you aged right under christmas sound your voice is bright and soft and white as snow floating breath upon the air the frosty teal in our warm flair shimmering prime is everywhere you go
i know that it is cold and i know there’s warmth inside but those flakes fall slowly down and that gaze is none to hide so i really need to ask you: will you walk with me out in the snow?
will you walk, will you walk, will you walk out in the snow?
symphony of colored lights encompass you, though i feel plight this saddened heart has not seen you in snow strawberry cheeks blush your face a belt around your torso graced your posture, as night winter breezes blow
i know that there’s fright of the chill and ice abound i will wrap you in my arms hear that crunching footstep sound all the gloaming in its charm i will keep you safe from harm every time that you are near i draw urges to mystique into sheet white blanket fall and to gray skies full and bleak so i really need to ask you: will you walk with me out in the snow?