Track Insight / Lyrics
The peaks are ghosts in fading light,
A silent promise through the night.
Woodsmoke rises, soft and slow,
Where winter whispers, winds do blow.
These cobbled streets have seen it all,
The rise and fall of winter's call.
Each turning wheel, a story told,
Of lives embraced against the cold.
Matterhorn smoke, a silver thread,
Lost in the dreams inside my head.
A quiet comfort, warm and deep,
While the world around is fast asleep.
A postcard view, a fleeting grace,
A smiling stranger in this place.
The church bells chime, a gentle sound,
As snow descends on hallowed ground.
Matterhorn smoke, a silver thread,
Lost in the dreams inside my head.
A quiet comfort, warm and deep,
While the world around is fast asleep.
I've driven these roads a thousand times,
Through shifting weather, changing climes.
Each fare a face, a life unknown,
Seeds of stories, softly sown.
Matterhorn smoke, a silver thread,
Lost in the dreams inside my head.
A quiet comfort, warm and deep,
While the world around is fast asleep.
The mountain watches, strong and true,
A timeless witness to me and you.
Though storms may rage and shadows creep,
Hope lingers on, in slumber deep.
The chalet glows, a golden hue,
A welcome haven, safe and new.
The scent of pine, a sweet perfume,
Chasing away the winter gloom.
Matterhorn smoke, a silver thread,
Lost in the dreams inside my head.
A quiet comfort, warm and deep,
While the world around is fast asleep.
The mountains hold a silent plea,
For peace and rest, for you and me.
Smoke fades away, a gentle sign,
Of a world at peace, truly divine.
Matterhorn smoke… slowly declines.
Matterhorn smoke… peaceful designs.
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