I've been going round here now for quite some time. And I think I've got you figured out. That you don't look at me. How I look at you. You make it so hard for my love to get through.
Thru the deep snows of uncertain winter descending. With Joseph I wander, with Mary I ride. Toward the promise that waits. At their harsh journey?s ending.
Thru the deep snows of uncertain winter descending. With Joseph I wander, with Mary I ride. Toward the promise that waits. At their harsh journey?s ending.