An early morning in December
Autumn leaves in lowing wind
Light snowflakes are falling down
Lightly conquers the ground
I close my eyes and remember
Happy days when we were children
Making angels in the snow
Like pilots from heaven
I close my eyes and still remember
Laughter and joy
I close my eyes and still remember
And like a church bell ringing
Waves of
Voices from a distant valley
Sending through the future
Echoes of time
Time
The way we look up
Upon the future
The night ride on white horses
The games that people play
Won't be unexpected
I close my eyes and still remember
Laughter and joy
I close my eyes and still remember

And like a church bell ringing

Waves of
Voices from a distant valley
Sending through the future
Echoes of time
Tyme
Lyricist
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I close my eyes and I still remember laughter and joy
I'm like a church bell ringing, waking us up
Voices from the distant valley, sounding through the future
Echoes of the time
Echoes of the time
Echoes of the time
Echoes of the time