Walking Home Through Fresh Snow
Indie folk round at a mid-tempo: stacked choral harmonies, a booming floor tom and jangly guitars, with layered male voices entering one after another. Wintry and communal, sung in English, about friends walking home through fresh snow.
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Leaves are buried in the yardClouds are heavy, breathing hardStreet lamps hum a low refrainWinter’s back in town againBoots are crunching on the crustTurning ice to diamond dustArms are linked against the chillWhile the neighborhood is stillAll the way homeAll the way homeThe stars are hiding in the whiteWe’re walking home tonightAll the way homeAll the way homeThe world is soft and out of sightWe’re walking home tonightSteam is rising when we speakCold is biting at your cheekTell a joke to keep us warmSafe inside the quiet stormSix sets of tracks in a lineYours are crossing over mineNo one else is out this lateJust us at the garden gateAll the way homeAll the way homeThe stars are hiding in the whiteWe’re walking home tonightAll the way homeAll the way homeThe world is soft and out of sightWe’re walking home tonightPorch light glowing up aheadThinking ‘bout a warm wood bedNone of us want this to endTired hearts and honest friendsOne more block before we partHold the feeling in your heartKeep the cold outside the doorUntil we meet for one mile moreAll the way homeAll the way homeThe stars are hiding in the whiteWe’re walking home tonightAll the way homeAll the way homeThe world is soft and out of sightWe’re walking home tonight
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