THERE’S A PLACE

                                 THERE'S A PLACE



  Follow the road underneath a falling snow,



  Beyond the trees, the hills, there's a place I know.



  Peaceful to the ear, musical sounds of Winter,



  Trickles of water dripping down, Ice covered lake.



  The sky is full of snowflakes, soon touching the ground,



  Nature all around, it makes its own sound.



  Trees covered in white, there are no stars this night,



  The only thing of light is a fire made among the frigid 
  Night.


  There's a place to hold in my thoughts, my place,



  It's far from here, so if you follow the road under a  
  Falling Snow.


  Then maybe you can call it your own.

                         Keith Garrett

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