orange lamps shine by willow bay
ice covers from the lake to where i lay
winter wouldn't pass quite so slow
then i'd have a choice to live not be alone
but instead i sit atop the crest
looking down on the valley where the dead rest
and every morning i wake beside myself
winter wouldn't pass quite so slow
then i'd have a choice to live not be alone
winter wouldn't pass quite so slow
then i'd have a choice to live not be alone
winter wouldn't pass quite so slow
then i'd have a choice to live not be alone