&Serenading

Lyrics

Will you come and what will I say? Oh, I have been so distant and unhappy Like I could disappear When I was a boy I saw things That no one else could see So why am I so blind, at twenty-two, to the hope That is all around me, filling up this room? On the road on my own Waiting for the words to fall from your tongue Into my ears When I was a boy, I could hear Symphonies in seashells So why am I so deaf, at twenty-two, to the sound Of the driving snow that drives me home to you? To the sound, to the sound To the sound To the sound, to the sound To the sound To the sound, to the sound To the sound To the sound, to the sound To the sound (To the sound, to the sound, to the sound) Of the driving snow that drives me home to you? (To the sound, to the sound, to the sound) Of the driving snow that drives me home to you? (To the sound, to the sound, to the sound) Of the driving snow that drives me home to you? (To the sound, to the sound, to the sound) Of the driving snow that drives me home to you?