Tracks In The Snow Lyrics - The Civil Wars

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 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 (x2)