Track Insight / Lyrics
Snow falls soft on State Street now,
Golden light, a gentle vow.
Quiet lanes, a winter dream,
Montpelier's glow, a silver gleam.
You walk slow through frosted air,
Breath hangs white beyond compare.
Cobblestone paths, a hushed refrain,
Watching windows catch the rain.
The capitol dome, a gilded spire,
Burning bright with warm desire.
Shadows stretch and softly blend,
As daylight hours gently end.
A distant bell, a fading chime,
Lost in the stillness of passing time.
Something whispers on the breeze,
Secrets held among the trees.
Domeglow, painting winter white,
Holding you close in fading light.
Every flake a whispered plea,
Lost in Vermont's reverie.
You trace the frost on window pane,
A fragile beauty, born of pain.
The scent of pine, a sweet perfume,
Chasing shadows from the room.
Down Main Street, lights begin to gleam,
Reflecting softly in the stream.
A quiet peace descends so low,
Watching winter softly grow.
Domeglow, painting winter white,
Holding you close in fading light.
Every flake a whispered plea,
Lost in Vermont's reverie.
Remember hymns from childhood days,
Echoing softly through the haze?
A melody, a fragile grace,
Lost within this peaceful place.
The snow keeps falling, soft and slow,
Watching memories come and go.
You close your eyes and feel the chill,
A quiet magic, standing still.
This golden town, a winter grace,
A peaceful smile upon your face.
Domeglow, painting winter white,
Holding you close in fading light.
Every flake a whispered plea,
Lost in Vermont's reverie.
Snow falls soft, a gentle sigh,
Domeglow fades against the sky.
Quiet lanes, a winter dream,
Montpelier's glow, a silver gleam.
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