I fly sometimes Through the frozen trees In the winter woods In their robes of white Chanting silently In the winter woods Like a forest abbey choir Whispering hymns of snow and ice In Excelsis to the cold And Hosanna to the sky Hosanna And holy trees They know when I m In the winter woods And they bid me to sing And I comply In the winter woods But I stumble in my turn Because I cannot find the words In that church of birch and pine The only word that comes to mind Is beautiful Like a forest abbey choir Whispering hymns of snow and ice In Excelsis to the cold And Hosanna to the sky Hosanna So quietly I sing beautiful in the winter woods And the trees agree They all agree In the winter woods We all agree In the winter woods Amen. Amen.