

Early morning in the valley deep
Underneath the branches where the shadows sleep
There's a movement in the quiet brush
Breaking through the cold and heavy hush
I hold my breath
and watch her stand
A silent grace across this frozen land
White tail running through the morning gray
Gone like a spirit at the break of day (ooh,
white tail) With a leap of faith she clears the line
A ghost of beauty in the woods of pine
Tracks left behind in the heavy snow
Showing me the places where the wild things go
She knows the paths that I will never walk
Safe from the hunter and the red-tailed hawk
White tail running through the morning gray
Gone like a spirit at the break of day (ooh,
white tail) With a leap of faith she clears the line
A ghost of beauty in the woods of pine
Just a flash of white in the timber line (mmm)
Gone in a moment's time