Cold wind hits the heavy pane
Ice is sketching out the rain
I keep the lemon seedlings warm
Safe inside before the storm
Counting steps in the white deep
While the frozen orchards sleep
Ten more paces to the gate
Hurry now before it's late
Silver frost on every leaf
Winter makes the daylight brief
I can see the lantern glow
Cutting through the heavy snow
Heavy boots on hardened clay
Counting down the dying day
Wooden slats and iron wire
Fuel the heat and feed the fire
Counting steps in the white deep
While the frozen orchards sleep
Ten more paces to the gate
Hurry now before it's late
Glass is shaking in the frame
Winter calls my secret name
Turn the dial and lock the door
I can't take the cold no more
Green is hiding in the dark
Wait for just a single spark
Watch the water hit the root
Praying for the summer fruit
Counting steps in the white deep
While the frozen orchards sleep
Ten more paces to the gate
Hurry now before it's late
Ten more paces.
To the gate.
Ten more paces.
Wait.
