Tracks in the Snow

Whoa, I hear the quiet now Of paper airplanes falling down Whoa, the branches of every tree Bend like a cathedral over me Down where the river bends, everyone's waiting But that's not the reason I'm making these tracks in the snow There's a box in my hands as I go Wrapped up in scarlet and gold For you Whoa, there's a choir upon the wind Singing old familiar hymns And my ears they're playing tricks on me I can almost hear your harmony Down where the river bends, that's where you're waiting You are the reason I'm making these tracks in the snow There's a box in my hands as I go Wrapped up in scarlet and gold For you For you Down where the river bends, nobodies waiting But there's still a reason for making these tracks in the snow Down at the end of the road I'll clear a place in the snow Leave this box wrapped in scarlet and gold For you For you