Enchanted Winter Voyage

Snowfall on the tracks (white tracks) A whistle blows, hear the echoes bend You might not believe your eyes, it's true A flying train cuts through the air (through the air) It's the right dream, in the perfect scene Though its track is really skyward, it's the right gleam In the night sky (starry sky) It soars up high, with the stars in stream A tale of magic, in the winter's gleam Passengers with cheer, all aboard the flight (all aboard) Singing carols, in the warm cabin light Over moonlit mountains, it draws a silver line