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