paroles de chanson The Virgin of the Snow - Josephine Foster

The Virgin of the Snow
Lights a candle in all souls
With hands as cold as stone
Still her heart burns like a coal

She was a bright beacon of hope
She led the meekest up steepest slopes
She's the gatekeeper of the remote

Yon surging, burgeoning glow
Beams from the banks of Mount O holy-O
'Tis the virgin's silver sled
Fetching lost souls where they dare to tread

She was a bright beacon of hope
She led the meekest up steepest slopes
She's the gatekeeper of the remote

She was a bright beacon of hope
She led the meekest up steepest slopes
She's the gatekeeper of the remote

The Virgin of the Snow
Lights a candle in all souls
With hands as cold as stone
Still her heart burns like a coal

She was a bright beacon of hope
She led the meekest up steepest slopes
She's the gatekeeper of the remote