these flakes are lined with velvet   the air is much too cold   and when we hit the snowstorm   it fell nineteen below   and rivers find it hard to flow      your blood is warm and sleepy   your skin is like the snow   your angel sings so sweetly   it`s lying in the road      daylight is long behind us   night time`s getting old   the pines that crowd around us   guide me to the place i want to go      tonight is ultra violet   the moon is made of snow   i`d like to lie beside you   i hope you get to know