Lyrics

The rusted bridges
Over laurel snow
Seem like they've been
Deserted for years
Wild water just below
Limestone stairs
And oaken grove

The pines cling doggedly to stone
I too hold on with aching bones
Soon the morning, soon the spring

A cold mist rises
Over the moss
Children clamber
Cold and lost
May Laurel guide them
With her breath
Until they find
A place to rest

The pines cling doggedly to stone
I too hold on with aching bones
Soon the sunlight, soon the spring

Come home to the woods
Laurel Snow sings
I will make your bed
With rotting leaves
I’ll lull you to sleep
With choral streams
Soon the morning soon the spring

The pines cling doggedly to stone
I too hold on with aching bones
Soon the morning soon the spring