Meditate - The Winter

You left me at the right time
When winter got hold of the forests
The winds were cold, you could not stay
The winds were cold

I thought winter would swallow me up
But I'm here like a scorching sun
I'm a hill full of blossoms
with grass and moss

My heart will not be comforted
and crieth daily
My bed upon the plain
Away from earth, without leaving any trace

Oh, love! I find no trace of you (3x)

I wonder if their words were true?
So true

Mário Alencar

Written by:
Tori Amos

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