Snow by Loreena McKennit

White are the far-off plains, and white The fading forests grow; The wind dies out along the height, And denser still the snow, A gathering weight on roof and tree, Falls down scarce audibly. (The road before me smooths and fills Apace, and all about The fences dwindle, and the hills Are blotted slowly out; […]

Musical Inspiration from Michael Simon by The The

“Tears may blind the eyes but the soul is not deceived In this world even winter ain’t what it seems Here come the blue skies Here comes springtime When the rivers run high & the tears run dry When everything that dies Shall rise.” – The The