Snow falls, silent and slow
On the unforgiving land
You stand clutching your coat
Red twig dogwood in your hand
I see your face unchanged, unlined
No trace of age, no tracks of time
Walking over the fields
Tiny figure on the plain
You turn into the wind
And you seem to call my name
So long you've been unheard, unseen
Now here you are, inside this dream
Once in a golden time
We stood beside the river
And spoke of true things
We knew would last forever
Wild promises and heartless laughter
No whisperings of what comes after
Broken ties and unquiet years
You forget who you are
I still remember who you are