A Song for Ansel
A child never quite made the light before something divine needed him back. We understand.
It’s winter outside this French cafe
Gone so long the summer’s breeze
Trees are crying into the river
Leaves are blowing about my knees
Winter’s here summer’s over
Empty of a bird’s bright song
Under the winter’s lonely sky
Paris tourists packed and gone
Build a cage for the summer sky
For all the times we’d visit there
Fly to me before the light is low
In a cathedral I will kneel in prayer
The choir sings its winter song
Christmas is not a time to mourn
Hope and joy and a Christian hymn
Remember the day the baby was born
It’s a wintry night that covers Paris
My prayers for those I’m a part
Before the winter snow and Santa
I’ll not be without you in my heart
There’s no flowers on Champs-Elysees
Just words of love at Christmas time
When the winter nights are long
These words to you are those of mine
When snow is falling on the ground
We remember those we lost
A shallow grave is where they lie
But never will they turn to frost
Christmas whispers through the trees
Small voices waiting to be found
And in our home so many tears
With lights and angels all around
I cannot hold you in my arms
See your smile or feel your breath
Shattered echoes once believed
Christmas will not celebrate death
I’ll see you in my dreams young one
In Scotland, France, or Greece
Sleep little angel, we’ll still be here
No matter how long you sleep in peace
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