Lyrics

The Most Special Of Days by Craig Pinkney

Burn your candles low
There's no one out tonight
The North wind blows
With teeth that bite
And maybe I could stay a while

How I love the Glow
Of the firelight
I want to let you know
Everythings alright
Together we'll keep the cold outside

I want to talk 'till the morning sun comes rising
Embers turn into grey
The early mist in the valley seems to promise
The most special of days

Then before too long
When the seasons change
And the harvest comes
We could be amazed
At the riches of the land
All the beauty in you're hands

I want to talk 'till the morning sun comes rising
Embers turn into grey
The early mist in the valley seems to promise
The most special of days

La La La La La La La La La
Holding tight and letting go
La La La La La La La La La
Let the sunlight glow

I want to walk while the river tells it's story
The autumn leaves drift away
A new journey I hope we can share together
The most special of days