All words and music copyright Kyle Fiske
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Where the winter light comes through the trees
I hold the gift that she gave to me
Made by hand in a different time
We don’t understand all the things we find
I walk alone under this sky
And the trees around reach up so high
Evergreens dusted with snow
Who knows where all our time goes?
Was it only yesterday, or a hundred years ago?
That she went away on a jet plane, and all she left with me
Was her silver pin…
Sometimes I drive where we used to go
By the old town hall and the church steeple
She made this place into a wonderland
And me a king as she took my hand
I wander down to the edge of the sea
The cold ocean rains falls over me
I turn my coat up against the wind
Who can say what tomorrow brings?
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