On my window the soft patter of these frozen flakes
That soothe me as I wake
Under the warmth of cover
Next to my lover
A feeling I cannot fake
If i could hold the clock hands from ticking
These cherished moments for the picking
I lay here wishing
For more than one thing
As the hours keep trickling
Theres now a rustling of the leaves
Being tossed by the cold breeze
Start the morning coffee
I'm becoming a softy
We'll be warm as the outside freeze
For its certain the cold of winter approaches
With no warning or written notices
Season change as does life
Tomorrow will you still want to be my wife
In a wedding ceremony with hores drawn coaches
In this fleeting dream
Things are not as they seem
I wake in my bed
Alone instead
As the sun begins to beam.
