Tall tales unfolding A great sky to keep your secret Safe with me Deep winter beholding What these brothers will tell of, come the spring Well, is it true I am you? Oh, is it true? But dark dreams bring the morning Still, her whisper, the pillow folding in But this child will remember How his father is holding him Well, is it true I am you? Oh, is it true? And with each crackle of the fire The wood is speaking The flames dancing in her eyes All the cold is pressing in With the ravens heaving The seeds of laughter from a child Fall all asleep now! The dogs are dreaming Into the embers cast your weary eyes Come the morning Her sweet smoke will wake you Breathing you to life Tall tales unfolding The great sky to keep your secret Safe with me Deep winter beholding What sweet brothers will tell of come the spring Oh, yes its true I am you Oh, yes its true I am you
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