Snow falls quiet on the ground
No voices here no laughter's sound
A chair sits empty by the fire

But I see her smile in the glow
Feel her hands in the shadow's flow

Silent lights
They hold her face
In the stillness
I find her grace
She's not here
But she's not gone
Through the memory
I carry on

Stockings hang though one stays bare
The scent of pine still fills the air
Her favorite song plays soft and slow

And I hear her laugh in the breeze
Feel her warmth in the winter freeze

Silent lights
They hold her face
In the stillness
I find her grace
She's not here
But she's not gone
Through the memory
I carry on