[Overture] [Instrumental] [Verse 1] At the edge of the winter garden, where the old stone fountain sleeps, you came with a book beneath your arm and frost upon your sleeves. The bell in the western tower counted seven through the snow; I had guarded every silence, but I let your bright eyes show. [Chorus] Made with the flaxen hair, made for the morning air, you turned the locked heart of the house and left the windows bare. Made with the flaxen hair, light on the frozen stair, if fate should call you far from me, my vow will find you there. [Verse 2] The river carried fallen branches, the moon was pale and thin; you spoke of roads beyond the valley, I begged the dawn not to begin. Then the iron gates were opened, and the horses stamped the ground; all the words we feared to utter rose like bells without a sound. [Chorus] Made with the flaxen hair, made for the morning air, you turned the locked heart of the house and left the windows bare. Made with the flaxen hair, light on the frozen stair, if fate should call you far from me, my vow will find you there. [Bridge] [Baritone] If I must cross the blackened mountains, if I must bargain with the sea, I will carry one small promise: you will not be lost to me. [Soprano] If the years erase the footsteps, if the bells forget our name, I will keep the winter garden burning softly like a flame. [Choir] Raise the gates, awaken stone, let the hidden trumpets sound; what was scattered, what was broken, shall be gathered from the ground. [Final Chorus] Made with the flaxen hair, made for the morning air, you turned the locked heart of the house and left the windows bare. Made with the flaxen hair, bright as a prayer laid bare, through every night, through every storm, our love will meet you there. [Outro] [Soprano] When the last white snow is falling, when the long bells fill the air— [Choir] Made with the flaxen hair. [Instrumental Finale]
