It’s just love, my love
For Winters white cover
Her skin, her touch
For a while she smiles
The earths undeniably hers... all hers
Just to breathe her cold air is moving
Silent and soothing
But between her sweet insatiable words I’ve begun
To craver her, my love
Now she holds the key to my heart
But she’s chasing the warmth of the sun
Come spring I’ll see her gone
And the summer sees me left alone
Who here knows the secret to her love?
For I’m tirelessly searching
The warmth she seethes, I’d breathe inside my lungs
And I’ll wait, so come Winter; my love
Lover, young lover, her loves for another
I’ll find for you
Another young love who’s love is more suited and true
But I feel her smile still, my love
And it’s forever warming, my love
When autumn sees her near
Then it won’t be long until she’s here
“When will your patience grow old, my dear
You wait til the weather grows cold, my dear
And incessantly sever the thought that she’ll never be true
Young lover, her love’s not for you”
Who here knows the secret to her love?
Who here knows the secret to her love?
For I’m tirelessly searching
The warmth she seethes I’d breathe inside my lungs
And I’ll wait, so come Winter; my love

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