When the sun arises in the morning above the pristine snow
and the stillness of the silence brings the panting deer ahead
When the heaven laden trees of winter slices heaven's glow
I know for sure that you will be there, in all of my tomorrows
When the train has bridged the miles across the forest glades
and the January snowflakes have swiveled through the air,
like a thousand glistening diamonds, I will venture into safety
with the knowledge that you'll be there, in all of my tomorrows
When winter turns to spring and then to softer June
I will wait inside this garden where all the flowers bloom
with the fragrance of her damask you will know that I was there
and you'll be certain of my presence, in all of your tomorrows,
In all of our tomorrows, we'll be there.
Jan 9, 2023
Jan 9, 2023 at 9:16 PM UTC
When the sun arises in the morning above the pristine snow
and the stillness of the silence brings the panting deer ahead
When the heaven laden trees of winter slices heaven's glow
I know for sure that you will be there, in all of my tomorrows
When the train has bridged the miles across the forest glades
and the January snowflakes have swiveled through the air,
like a thousand glistening diamonds, I will venture into safety
with the knowledge that you'll be there, in all of my tomorrows
When winter turns to spring and then to softer June
I will wait inside this garden where all the flowers bloom
with the fragrance of her damask you will know that I was there
and you'll be certain of my presence, in all of your tomorrows,
In all of our tomorrows, we'll be there.
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