The clock on the wall has lost its sound The snow lies heavy on the ground We leave the books we read before And stand beside the open door. No trumpet blast, no heavy drum To mark the days that are to come Just us, and breath, and winter cold And stories that are getting old. We count the losses and the gains Like frost upon the window panes The heavy coat, the weary shoe Are left behind for something new. It is not loud, this turn of time It does not need a perfect rhyme It only asks that we remain Through winter wind and freezing rain. So let the silence build a home Where we no longer have to roam The dark is deep, but we are here To welcome in the quiet year. We hold the candle, not the sun For work that is not yet begun And in this pause, we find our way To meet the coming of the day. The birds are waiting in the trees For warmer days and softer seas But we must walk the frozen land With nothing but an open hand. We do not know what waits ahead Or where the winding path is led But fear is just a heavy stone We do not have to lift alone. So let the silence build a home Where we no longer have to roam The dark is deep, but we are here To welcome in the quiet year. We hold the candle, not the sun For work that is not yet begun... And in this pause, we find our way. The quiet year... Is here today. ---------------------------------------------------------------- © BEAT 2026 All rights reserved. This lyrics is protected by copyright. No copying, distribution, or use is allowed without written permission from the copyright holder. ----------------------------------------------------------------
