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 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

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.

And all is lit by candlelight
amid the falling snow.