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 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.