• As I walk right down the path my world turns around
    I feel a shiver down my back and then its gone for days on end
    When will it come to me I want to feel the winter world that is soon to come
    As if it decides to pull away all it does is run
    The winter falls as if to float up high above my head
    I want it to come to me so I can go along free
    If I leave it all alone then will it never come?
    Can I go to my home and bundle up in hope and joy
    For now that is what I dream, to fly up in the clouds
    To see winter here again and never it be to loud
    For what I want it can not bring nor can you or me
    I need the hope that it will come so I can frolic and be free