Tracks In the Snow

Whoa, I hear the quiet now
 Of paper airplanes falling down
 Whoa, the branches of every tree
 Bend like a cathedral over me
 Down where the river bends, everyone's waiting
 But that's not the reason I'm making these tracks in the snow
 There's a box in my hands as I go
 Wrapped up in scarlet and gold
 For you
 Whoa, there's a choir upon the wind
 Singing old familiar hymns
 And my ears they're playing tricks on me
 I can almost hear your harmony
 Down where the river bends, that's where you're waiting
 You are the reason I'm making these tracks in the snow
 There's a box in my hands as I go
 Wrapped up in scarlet and gold
 For you
 For you
 Down where the river bends, nobodies waiting
 But there's still a reason for making these tracks in the snow
 Down at the end of the road
 I'll clear a place in the snow
 Leave this box wrapped in scarlet and gold
 For you
 For you