Aura Lee - Aarktica

Aura Lee, help me please

Pour out of the palace, on your windowsill

Take with you your precious things

Cling to me, I’ll teach you all the songs to sing

In wintertime, to keep us warm

I’ll show you how the snow can harbor us from harm

Trust will grow in blinding cold

Double footsteps line the path to growing old

And in the air, your breath I see

Of all the angels you keep looking out on me And every ghost they’ve come to know

Will dissipate beneath the dome of falling snow

Sing with me, Aura Lee

Sing with me, Aura Lee

Sing with me, Aura Lee

Sing to me, Aura Lee