The whitest snow ever fell,
whisping down a wishing well.
All my dreams have frozen through,
I look around and there's no You.
I'm about heart ache...broke every time,
searchin for light through this dark of mine.
The coming season will spill its smiles,
and there I'll be, longing for your wiles.
So come winter, then spring to me,
Burn with summer, and fall to my knees.
Watch as I wonder all season round,
searching for a feeling which I've never found.