Softly, the snow falls in a symphony of whispers.
Blanketing earth, a hush transcends.
In the wintry air, memories call
When the snow starts to fall, I miss you.

Scenes in white Paint frost-kissed dreams.
In the night, echoes linger.
One flake Is a story of falling in love.
When the snow starts to fall, I miss you.

Faded footprints, cold grip tight.
Embracing solitude's quiet...