Prologue-WinterSong-齐豫

Thisisthetruningoftheyear

Thefinalscenebeforethecurtainfalls

Thesquirrelwarmwithinhisbedofleaves

Cannothearthewindthatblowsaroundthechimneypots

Arelikethepilgrimoftheyeargoneby

Hesleeps

Oncehewasayoungman
Andlaybeneaththeupturnskyonlonghotsummerdays

Butwithautumehegrowsmellow
Helooksoverhisshoulderdownthelongyearpathofnoreturn

Alreadyhe'sbutamemoryfadinglikeashadowonthewall
Buttimewithrestlessfootstepshurriesby

Andnowbesidetheroad
Therestandsthepilgrimoftheyeartobe

Fallingleavesturntogold

Silverflowersonmywindow

Heknowsnowhere
Hecannotsay

Nakedtreesinthesky

Starsareshinningclearandcold

Minstreloftheagessingsofwordssolongago
Thatage-oldtunewithoutaname
Nooneknows
Inthewhitefallingsnow
Thepilgrimtravelson

Hisfacetowardthesun


Passthelampshinningwindows
Facesbythefire

Beforethemidnighthour

Christmastimehascomearoundagain

Gotosleeplittlechild
Gotosleeplittlechildyoushounldn'tbeawake

Gotosleeplittlechild
Timetoletthenightgoby

Waitingforthesoundofamagicsleigh
Thechimneyisnottootalltheysay

Ortherooftoohighforareindeertofly

Nonottoohighforareindeertofly