through my window, I watch it snow
waiting for you 'neath, the mistletoe
the tree is trimmed in colorful lights
you're the angel atop
the light in the night
To see your eyes, to touch your hand
now only words, I understand
The gift I want.. to hear from you
I play your heart
like a violin
(chorus) sing to me minstrel on my tree
on the fringe of my mind
our reality
a word of love
the flight of a dove
so sing to me, sing to me, minstrel on my tree
a love that can't be 'tween you and me
though I dream of you, you dream of me
our hearts dance to the same melody
the times not right
the distance too far
(chorus)
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