Lyrics Ashes in the Snow - Mono

Ashes in the Snow

Swiftly as a draft of wind, moving past her without a trace
Time, cold and unbending, leaves her standing alone once again
Long ago, there was the sound of two children running here.
Their footsteps,
never straying far apart from each other’s, still echo through the woods where
an old woman walks on his day
On a still river surrounded by weeping willows, the woman rows her boat towards
the open sea
With a grave face she pulls the oars to and fro, her eyes fixed upon a nearby
cliff above the waters.
She traces the edge and holds her breath,
reliving the chilling distance down to the bottom.
Her rhythm is steady and
slow as she breaks through the familiar fog.
The sound of waves crashing,
the lingering smell of burnt wood, and the reflection of branches on the water
all remain the same as her memory, as if frozen in a spell.
She inhales all she
can hold and wonders if winter never ended since that cold night she stood on
the cliff with him.
Here lies their landscape of memories untouched by the
awakening spring
On this day the woman prepares for farewell.
Heavy are his ashes,
sinking in her hand.
As she strains to let his remains go, she turns herself
to the earth for an answer, a reminder of why she is here
Beneath her grief she knows there is something beyond the finality of this
moment.
Like the spring that is born from a cruel winter, there is something
here waiting to be born.
Resting her hand on the boat, she lets her eyes sleep
Peering from the thickets of the surrounding woods, a promise tree faithfully
waits to welcome this day of their journey.
With roots woven deeply into the
earth, it is the only thing that’s flourished here where all else has stood
still.
In the midst of it all, it continues to grow, nurturing the vow that it
was planted with as if it were its child.
The tree watches the woman tenderly
and sways its branches, sending a stream of wind to relieve her
In the place between wake and sleep, there lies a bridge over the waters.
The woman finds herself on one end, walking towards the figure standing in the
middle.
With her arms open, she feels lifted as if she was a child again
Hours pass before she awakes in the boat by the embrace of dim sunlight.
Finding the ashes still waiting in her palm, she blesses them with her love
and releases them into a stream of wind that carries them over the waters.
The woman travels back into a time where they prayed here together,
a dreadful time where they found solace in each other’s promise
Her eyes follow the flight of the ashes until they fade into falling snow
before her-the same snow of the winter that they loved and perished here
together