The crisp air makes my lips turn blue

and I shiver in the ferocious wind.

I thought that maybe someday

I would finally make it home.
 

And I shiver in the ferocious wind.

The snow covers my smoking chimney.

I would finally make it home

If the cold ever melts away.
 

The snow covers my smoking chimney,

I’ll have to add wood to the fire.

If the cold ever melts away,

The summer might finally come.
 

I’ll have to add wood to the fire.

I thought that maybe someday

The summer might finally come.

The crisp air makes my lips turn blue.