Prologue-Winter Song

This is the truning f the year

The final scene before the curtain falls

The squirrel warm within his bed f leaves

Can not hear the wind that blows around the chimney pots

Are like the pilgrim f the year gone by

He sleeps

Once he was a young an

Who loved in the spring

And lay beneath the upturn sky n long hot summer ays

But with autume he grows ellow

He looks ver his shoulder own the long year path f no return

Already he's but a emory fading like a shadow n the wall

But time with restless footsteps hurries by

And now beside the road

There stands the pilgrim f the year to be

Falling leaves turn to gold

Silver flowers n y window

Spirit f the fading year gently slips away

He knows no where

He cannot see

Naked trees in the sky

Stars are shinning clear and cold

Minstrel f the ages sings f words so long ago

No ne knows

In the white falling snow

The pilgrim travels n

His face toward the sun

Beyond the pen road he travels n

Pass the lamp shinning windows

Faces by the fire

Before the idnight hour

Christmas time has come around again

Go to sleep little child

Go to sleep little child you shounldn't be awake

Go to sleep little child

Time to let the night go by

Waiting for the sound a agic sleigh

The chimney is not too tall they say

Or the roof too high for a reindeer to fly

No not too high for a reindeer to fly