Lyrics
Drifting to sleep
let the snow fall
deep unto the blighted place
far below
the earth, the slowing
rivers flow, come again
alone in the force
of the morning
last dark light at his feet
dreams come to he
who is fallen
comfort and sin, place in one
bit by frail
silver spider
that crawled into my winter lair
fortunes vast
can provide what is
granted me now, in our modest home
birds in the trees
high above us
listen for the sound of padded feet
small branch is broken
hanging loose now
resting against the piney floor
pulling her weight
from the whole now
fox makes its way into my den
