Christian Kjellvander While The Birches Weep
Outside and all around us a picture no camera can take
and it is cold
But we all have stories of fires that we love to tell,
but it's the fires within the fires that drew me to you
As to live is to die and I will grieve by your side 'til
the day comes
when all that love is lifted from your eye
Found ourselves a village after thousand nights a blur
Fell right before me and I could see here from her
There are angels passing thorugh trying to grab a hold of
you,
but we both stand aside like old lovers do
As to live is to die and I will grieve by your side 'til
the day comes
when all that love is lifted from your eye
Bury you in the yard, bury you in my arms and watch you
sleep
Carry you thorugh the yard, carry you in my arms,
while birches weep
