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