Christmas home? I don't know.
Maybe, it's twittering of a sparrow
Or smell of hands preparing sweets
Or children's laughter on the street
Or your reflection in the mirror
Or winter that begins with snow.
Christmas home? I don't know.
Christmas snow? I don't know.
Maybe, it's frozen dreams of God
That covered fallen leaves
And your umbrella under trees
And honking of the latest geese
And groan unforgiven soul.
Christmas snow? I don't know.
Christmas soul? I don't know.
Maybe, I'm just imaging me?
Me, that is flying under cloud
And calling you without sound
And winding through the grass around
And begging to forget the tears.
Christmas soul? I don't know.
Christmas Doll? That’s I know!
Staying under Christmas tree,
Bringing happy days to me,
Staring pearly shining eyes
To the presents on my knees,
Pointing her magic finger
Through the window to the stars,
Through my dreams…
And I believe
That I’ll follow this path.
Christmas Doll? That’s I know!
1995