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I fly sometimes |
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Through the frozen trees |
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In the winter woods |
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In their robes of white |
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Chanting silently |
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In the winter woods |
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Like a forest abbey choir |
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Whispering hymns of snow and ice |
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In Excelsis to the cold |
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And Hosanna to the sky |
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Hosanna |
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And holy trees |
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They know when I m |
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In the winter woods |
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And they bid me to sing |
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And I comply |
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In the winter woods |
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But I stumble in my turn |
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Because I cannot find the words |
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In that church of birch and pine |
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The only word that comes to mind |
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Is beautiful |
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Like a forest abbey choir |
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Whispering hymns of snow and ice |
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In Excelsis to the cold |
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And Hosanna to the sky |
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Hosanna |
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So quietly |
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I sing beautiful in the winter woods |
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And the trees agree |
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They all agree |
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In the winter woods |
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We all agree |
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In the winter woods |
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Amen. |
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Amen. |
