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