White gloved beauty
Crystal blanket of lovely death
Deny the fragile flowers breath
Coldly all will lay in icy sleep
Across the land winter begins to creep
Robber of the trees gown of green
Harshly banishing the song of spring
Grey skies apron howling winds they ride
In it's wake the sun becomes deaths bride
Unto My Lord I heard my spirit cry
Don't forsake us...
With winter's touch all will die
Then to my frightened heart..
An angle whispered soft and slow
The flowers bloom beneath the snow
