From the recording Passing Places
Lyrics
Sun comes up over frozen fields
Barren now
Deep white frost
Perfect in the light
Light of the sun
On the side of your face
Through the window pane
A mirror in time I look through
A picture box
Plays a tune
As patterns swirl
I follow you around the room
And though I know this moment will go
For just a while I feel it on my face
Warm grace
So familiar old friend
That there are no words needed again
Life comes and goes, seasons grow
Through pregnant fields
First-born of snow
Must surely go
Light of the new sun
Melts your heart
Takes your smile
Takes your hand from mine
A picture box
Plays a tune
As patterns swirl
I follow you around the room
And now I know this feeling will grow
These seeds we sew
Life we hold onto
Old and new
So familiar my friend
That there are no years between us again
Now there are no tears ever again
No tears, no tears ever again
Tears again
Tears ever again