From the recording A Little Fog
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