January branches try to reach the sky oh when will they learn
That the best they get is spring it ain't so bad a thing but for heaven still they yearn
For what’s beyond

In the mirror once I looked what I saw I took you have no choice I found
Now behind the glass I see all that isn’t me the mirror shatters to the ground
And what’s beyond

And the holy descends like eagle shadows where does it start where does it end

Oh the man and wife they wed a son they get they raise a glass of wine                                 And the bride will find their son and grapes to come will ripen on the vine
To what’s beyond