The last days of winter are the weirdest of all
They're neither cold nor warm, bright nor dark
There's an eerie feeling hanging in the air
And the world like a ghost, is lost in a dream
I awoke to the glare of a morning winter sun
The children laughed and played amongst the snow
But it seemed like an enchanted dream to me
A fairytale story too good to be true
I stand alone in the middle of the field
Watching and waiting for it to come
I watch the mountains, each one in turn
Then my eyes find what I'm looking for
You go to leave but I hold you closer
You fight it until I kiss your lips
And we're both left transfixed in eternity
Looking deeply into one another's eyes