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Timelines
04:03
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I want the timeline where the blizzard doesn't reach Manhattan
And I land safely in the snowdrift of your bed
I never met you in New York in winter,
so in my dreams instead
I watch you come around the corner, and it's morning
On a street to which my feet have never spoken
Look down and I will notice something broken
Illusion spilling slowly from my cup
So I look up
Last time I looked into your eyes, that was a very good year
Not yet the fourth day of July
Next time I kiss the southern sky in summer,
I think I'll have to cry
But on another world you see me smile at heaven
And you guess that I am smiling for no reason
Like songs you catch me singing out of season
They all begin and end
The stars at night
Are big and bright
And they may fall in other stories but they don’t fall here
And even though the wildflowers bloom all year
I never tire of their faces
We meet impossibly in endless different places
Under nameless distant suns
But all I need is one
One life where you are laughing or you’re angry or you’re sad
And I am anywhere, just breathing
And every story you are telling
Has something worth believing
I like the story where the blizzard doesn't reach Manhattan
And we see Carnegie lit up on Christmas Eve
I want the time our time comes
ringing in at midnight
And chooses not to leave
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Home
03:49
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Somewhere the pine is crushed
Beneath the powdered snow,
The winter white and blue
In twilight's fading glow.
The ice melts in the stream
That winds beside the road
And leads into the valley
Where my footsteps cannot go.
For long are the miles
That scatter my dreams,
And the bridge is old and worn
Where I had crossed the stream,
And in the waters there
The frosted flowers teem
And drift like stars that fell
Just outside of my reach.
Somewhere in silver branches
Floats the winter wind.
Somewhere the fires are warm
And gathered close with friends
And I am crying
For the home I'll never know,
And for the evening's light,
And for the falling snow.
For long are the miles
That scatter my dreams
And the bridge is broken
Where I used to cross the stream
And in the waters there
The frosted flowers teem
And drift like stars that fell
Just outside of my reach.
Somewhere the warbler calls me
From the frozen wood,
Somewhere that I would run
To answer if I could
But I am crying
For a place I'll only know
In dreams and memories
Of the gently falling snow.
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Winter Carol
04:32
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Listen where the snow falls, down into the hollow
Softer than a swallowfeather falling to the ground
Wounded though her wings are, graceful as a dancer
Caroling the answer to a question asked without a sound
Let the wood remind you, with her second sight,
How you walked through winter halls in robes of light
Cast away the cowl to finally speak the riddle true
Let the winter tell you what you always knew.
White against the moonlight, breast against a thorn
All that you have sworn and broken, leave it here tonight
Barefoot on the pine floor, breath upon the frost
All that you have lost and learned from, sing with all your might
Let the sky divine the signals spoken by the stars
Leave the false and friendless shadow echoing afar
Look beyond the walls to find forgiveness of your own
Let the winter lead you from your place of stone.
All is still and wondering, frozen in the dawn
Ringing with the longing silence of a voice that's gone
All is pale and shining, just before the sun
Bright enough to understand, too faint for holding on
Let the river pull you to his heart, and hear,
In his veins, how hope is keeping measure with the year
Sleeping warm beneath the ice, and dreaming of the spring
Let the winter give you what was yours through everything.
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Carys
03:31
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May you wake by a brook
Where the sun is newly rising
Find the path by the water
To a quiet space of green
And as you reach for the hands that await you
May you wonder at the wonders
That my eyes have never seen
And if I meet you in my dreams, perhaps you'll tell me
About the colors of the stars when they were born
Or where they stood aligned the night their light befell me
And called your spirit down to touch the shore
May you laugh like a bell
In the silver dawn delighting
Through the peaks and the pillars of the sky
And for your joy, may you know, just like believing
All the love the world has ever learned
Or ever dared to try
And if I glimpse you in the high clouds racing over
In the dapple of a sunlit afternoon
I will lie upon the sun-adoring clover
And watch until the rising of the moon
May you grow like a dandelion
Someplace wild and full of light
With only wind enough
To make you strong
And although you will not know the reason
Go and listen in the evening
For the blackbird and her song
And if I see you in the street, perhaps I'll know you
Behind your strange, familiar, luminous disguise
And we may pass within a hand's breadth of each other
With one bewildered flicker of our eyes
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