| Life goes back to sleep, all has to wait |
| All lies frozen in her hushed embrace |
| Wintertime whispers softly at my door |
| Within myself the old traditions flow |
| From somewhere ancient |
| I do recall a solemn state where |
| Everyone would join in songs of solace |
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| I sing for me while lighting candles |
| I sing because my ancestors are cold |
| To chance upon long-forgotten things |
| If through the veil, someone's listening |
| I sing because this time of year has ghosts |
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| I could sleep until her frost is spent |
| Dwell until the dawn of spring ascends |
| Winter hallows echo from long ago |
| Within myself the old traditions flow |
| From somewhere ancient |
| I do recall a solemn state where |
| Everyone would join in songs of solace |
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| I sing for you while lighting candles |
| I sing because your presence gives me hope |
| I'm giving in to festivities |
| If through the veil, someone's listening |
| I sing because this time of year has ghosts |
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| I sing for all who still light candles, ooh |
| I sing for those who have no voice or home |
| A hearth of songs that could warm us all |
| If through the veil, someone hears my call |
| I sing because this time of year has ghosts |
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