When the first snow covered our orchard,
and the birds in the feeder are increasing.
The day is getting shorter, I look outside as the trees fall asleep.
I look out through the long nights,
the stars shine in your branches.
You lie in the covers with a silver head, I can feel you breathing.
I can feel you living inside and waiting for the spring miracle.
When the candles light up at Christmas I wish to be with you in spirit,
I can no longer hide my desire.
My trees when you smell spring again,
carry my song throughout the land.
May the white flowers shine. oooo
But it's winter, I have to wait for that
what doesn't come
My trees, you are like my love that will come one day
......... one day spring will come.