Sparkling trees of Silver foam cast shadows in winter home swaying branches breaking sound lonely forest trembling ground masquerading leaves of blue run circles round the morning dew patterns understood by you reaching out beyond and before <♪> time, like gold dust brings mind down to levels hidden underground say a few words to the wind that's all that's left of winter's friend reaching the snow in the days of the cold casting a spell out of ice now that you're gone the summer's too long and it seems like the end of my life beyond and before Sparkling trees of Silver foam cast shadows in winter home swaying branches breaking sound lonely forest trembling ground masquerading leaves of blue run circles round the morning dew patterns understood by you reaching out beyond and before <♪> Reaching the snow In the days of the cold Casting a Spell out of Ice Now that your gone the summers too long and it seems like the end of my life beyond and before <♪> time, like gold dust brings mind down <♪> time, like gold dust brings mind down