David Francey Skating Rink
And the music from the skating rink
drifts across the town.
And the stars of heaven high above
forever looking down.
And I'm standing looking upward
and I'm listing to the sound
of the village in the lonely heart of winter.
And the lights above the skating rink
illuminate the scene.
And on the snow the shadows show
footsteps where we've been.
And Danny's breath hangs motionless
and hovers like a dream
above his head in the lonely heart of winter.
And the sky above the skating rink
blackened weight of space
falls endless on the frozen world
upon the saving grace
of the lights around the skating rink
laughing in the face
of the darkness at the lonely heart of winter.
And the music from the skating rink
drifts across the town.
And the stars of heaven high above
forever looking down.
And I'm standing looking upward
and I'm listing to the sound
of the village in the lonely heart of winter.
