Came to the cold just to see you
 Standing there in expectation
 Pulling coat and blue eyes staring
 Oh, this vision does me good.

 In the city we don't know yet
 Across the bridges not yet burned
 Where the ice won't let us further
 Wind our way down through the woods.
 Take me to the attic ladder
 In the barn with broken floors
 With your boots of spanish leather
 And my hat knit out of yarn
 And my hat knit out of yarn.

 You are in the seat beside me
 You are in my dreams at night
 You are in grandmother's wisdom
 You are in grandfather's charm.

 Show me your trees in the orchard
 With the music on their branches
 Keep them from the mouths of creatures
 Who intend for them no good.
 Take me out past the wind break
 Speak the thing you could not utter,
 When we'll howl and moon will cower
 At the magic of the word.

 Oh, oh.

 Darling this is when I met you.
 For the third time not the last
 Not the last time we are learning
 Who we are and what we were.

 You are in the seat beside me
 You are in my dreams at night
 You are in grandmother's wisdom
 You are in grandfather's charm.