Where the Wind Keeps My Name

I walked into the pale blue hush

Where the snow forgot my footprints

Every breath became a silver thread

Stitching me to the evening

Far away, the world grew dim

Like a lantern under ice

And I heard my own small heart

Echo back in whispers

Carry me where the cold light sleeps

Where the mountains hold their dreams

I am only smoke and memory

Drifting soft between the trees

If you call me, call me gently

Let my name fall like the rain

I will follow through the silence

To the place I came from again

A distant piano blurred like stars

Fell through the dark and disappeared

The harp was only winter glass

Shivering beneath the air

No one waits beneath this sky

No warm hands, no burning shore

Still I feel a hidden door

Opening inside the storm

Carry me where the cold light sleeps

Where the mountains hold their dreams

I am only smoke and memory

Drifting soft between the trees

If you call me, call me gently

Let my name fall like the rain

I will follow through the silence

To the place I came from again

I was made of wandering

Of moonlit frost and faded fears

Now I leave them in the drifts

And listen with my disappearing years

If the dark should take my shape

Let it be a tender thing

Just a voice beneath the wind

Just a feather on the spring

Carry me where the cold light sleeps

Where the mountains hold their dreams

I am only smoke and memory

Drifting soft between the trees

If you call me, call me gently

Let my name fall like the rain

I will follow through the silence

To the place I came from againAnd when the dawn begins to bloom

I will fade but not be gone

Breathing in the open frost

I become the quiet song