Lyrics of prologue winter song

This is the truning of the year

The final scene before the curtain falls

The squirrel warm within his bed of leaves

Can not hear the wind that blows around the chimney pots

Are like the pilgrim of the year gone by

He sleeps

Once he was a young man

Who loved in the spring

And lay beneath the upturn sky on long hot summer days

But with autume he grows mellow

He looks over his shoulder down the long year path of no return

Already he's but a memory fading like a shadow on the wall

But time with restless footsteps hurries by

And now beside the road

There stands the pilgrim of the year to be

Falling leaves turn to gold

Silver flowers on my window

Spirit of the fading year gently slips away

He knows no where

He cannot see

Naked trees in the sky

Stars are shinning clear and cold

Minstrel of the ages sings of words so long ago

No one knows

In the white falling snow

The pilgrim travels on

His face toward the sun

Beyond the open road he travels on

Pass the lamp shinning windows

Faces by the fire

Before the midnight hour

Christmas time has come around again

Go to sleep little child

Go to sleep little child you shounldn't be awake

Go to sleep little child

Time to let the night go by

Waiting for the sound a magic sleigh

The chimney is not too tall they say

Or the roof too high for a reindeer to fly

No not too high for a reindeer to fly