The Virgin of the Snow

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