Sparkling trees of silver foam   Cast shadows soft in winter home   Swaying branches breaking sound   Lonely forests 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 thats left of winters friend      Reaching the snow in the days of the cold   Casting a spell out of Ice   Now that you're gone the summers too long   And it seems like the end of my life      Beyond and before      Sparkling trees of silver foam   Cast shadows soft in winter home   Swaying branches breaking sound   Lonely forests 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 you're 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