• The snow is falling lightly
    The wind is calling quietly
    Is it singing our names
    Oh, so, slightly?
    Or is that just me?

    And I suppose
    That I chose,
    Yes, it was my choice
    To pretend the wind
    Has the sound
    Of your voice.

    Intricate designs
    Heaven sent signs
    In the pattern in the veins of a snowflake

    I can see
    The figures of you and me
    In the embrace of the passion of a dance

    I wonder where you might be
    Have you ever thought of me

    On this cold, cold winter’s day?