You walk through the frozen white grass
The winter wind cuts like a glass
You search for a face you once knew
Under a ceiling of deep blue
Play that wooden heart beat loud
Sing it to a winter cloud
Find the orchard in the snow
Where the golden apples glow
Your varnish is cracked by the frost
A melody almost was lost
You drift past the old garden gate
While the evening shadows grow late
The branches are heavy and still
You climb up the side of the hill
The scent of the pine is so sweet
While the ice clings tight to your feet
Play that wooden heart beat loud
Sing it to a winter cloud
Find the orchard in the snow
Where the golden apples glow
The brass hits the midnight air
A feeling beyond all compare
Your strings pull a shimmering line
A moment of perfect design
The dusk turns to velvet and ink
You stand on the very last brink
One note wakes the sleeping old tree
And sets every frozen bird free
Play that wooden heart beat loud
Sing it to a winter cloud
Find the orchard in the snow
Where the golden apples glow
Keep the rhythm in the glow.
Just let the wooden heart go.
(Brass stab)
