How I remember sleepless nights
When we would read by candlelight,
And on the windowpane outside

A new world made of snow;

A million feathers falling down,

A million stars that touch the ground,
So many secrets to be found
Amid the falling snow.


Maybe I am falling down.
Tell me should I touch the ground?

Maybe I won't make a sound
In the darkness all around.


The silence of a winter's night
Brings memories I hold inside;
Remembering a blue moonlight

Upon the fallen snow.

Maybe I am falling down.

Tell me should I touch the ground?
Maybe I won't make sound
In the darkness all around.


I close my window to the night.
I leave the sky her tears of white.

And all is lit by candlelight
Amid the falling snow