• In the mid of winter,
    Throughout the hours,
    The Being that hold our souls,
    Carry us through the unforgiving snow,

    Listen to the sound,
    The sound of wing beats,
    The sound jingling bells,
    Listen to the gentle whispers of the spirits,

    The Sound of angels ring in your ears,
    Gentle wings encase your thoughts,
    Protecting you from the winter’s breeze;
    In the pure snow, underneath your heart,

    Living there is a sprit,
    The Sound of Angels.