Lyrics

'Where Angels Tread,' by Brian Burr, Messenger Music, 2024.

No leaves on trees, no bumble bees
A hand that warms, that you can squeeze.
'A cup of cocoa, if you please'
This is that time of year.

The lights in darkness, someone calls.
A baby learns to walk, and falls.
Anticipation…fills these walls.
This's that time of year.
This's that time of year… again.

You make me fly, sky high, and,
You took me where the angels tread.
You make me fly, sky high, and,
This's that time of year…
This's that time of year, again

Hills of gold turned white with snow.
The city's streets, where we will go...
So many things to buy, you know.
This's that time of year.

The sun goes down, and shadows long
Children's laughter, filled with song.
Smiling faces do no wrong.
This is that time of year.
This is that time of year, again.

You make me fly, sky high, and...
You took me where the angels tread.
You make me fly, sky high, and,
This is that time of year.
This is that time of year, again