Hearth of Home Video (MV)

I can't help but notice the feeling
The bright sun is gone today
All of the seasons are fleeting
But it seems this one might stay
All the land waits for the winter
With frost-laden breath held tight
The leaves they grow weary and whimper
As early days turn into night
And oooh, they come
Those snowflakes from above, pouring out to fill the ground
And oooh, we rise
Like ashes in the wind, forgetting how to come back down
The noises of life seem to tiptoe
As everything grows so faint
The trees and the bushes stoop down low
With a layer of heavy white paint
I trade all these red leaves for white tree
The cold is a matter of will
But the crystalline beauty compels me
To sit in awe, to be still
And ooh, who knows
Why seasons come and go, but there's beauty in the way they roam
And ooh, the cold
Strips life from lumber's limbs, juxtaposing with the hearth of home
And oooh, they come
Those snowflakes from above, pouring out to fill the ground
And oooh, we rise
Like ashes in the wind, forgetting how to come back down