The remembered dream.
For a song that life would treasure that would sing in winters glow
When the morning sprinkles sunshine upon unsullied snow
Through the trees, the beating hearts of woodland feathered life
Sang of gold and silver gleaming blankets that spread throughout the night
Then in that moment when the song was truly cherished in the scene
There was found the reason why the morning star was more than just a dream
With my heart and soul, my prayer is sent in faith on wings through forest pine
That this hymn would bring to you a blessing that truly has been mine.
'Our Father Who art in heaven...'
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