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Andrew Michael Akins - Jachelt Lyrics

Winter breeze, sing to me
Carry her whisper on your breath
Recreate me, spoken clearly
A gentle kiss from the west

Oh, branches, sculpted by her song
You're on my mind all of the time
Oh, falling leaves, caught by the current
I have no choice but to comply

If I turn away, I will fall
If I do not yield, I won't grow at all
Oh, Winter
Sing me her song

Perpetually leaning in
To the direction of her words
Inclining to hear the whispering wind
Tell its secrets to the world

Would all be lost if I lost you?
Would I find my place?
Would I stretch out my hands to the sky?
Would I keep reaching your way?

If I turn away, I will fall
If I do not yield, I won't grow at all
Oh, Winter
Sing me her song