Your arms dangling
Loaded with snow
Hanging down, down, down
Over the road
You are the black spruce
You are the mighty pine
You are maybe about to break
Till a winter wind
Builds up steam and comes dancing across the lake
And I'll let you lie down in my mind and there you can be anything
And I'll let you lie down in my mind and there you can be anything
Your four walls
And your bear claw door
And your wood stove is hissing and it's spitting out all its embers across this hardwood floor
Where a rocking chair sits by a window just staring out on the moor
You are the four walls
You are the bear claw door
You are the wood stove you're hissing and spitting
And I'll let you lie down in my mind and there you can be anything
And I'll let you lie down in my mind and there you can be anything