Winter conspires to consume
The fires of summer love
Snowflakes are itching
To undo the stitching of our blue skies
We danced in the days of love
Where's our blue skies?

Thickets are swelling
Their tendril mass dwelling upon our path
Gray haze of twilight construes
Rays of sunlight to weakened beams
We danced in the days of love
Where's our blue skies?

Please, can you tell me now
Who froze the stream?
Please can you tell me now
Who froze the stream
Whereupon we leaned against wildwood trees
And where the whispering water had
Bouyanced our dreams

I swear that no matter what this season brings
I swear that no matter what this season brings
I'll remember these days and our erstwhile ways
And the whispering water
That bouyanced our dreams