The snow falls softly there, alighting gently on our hair.
Eyes closed in bliss, it was our first kiss.
It ended much too soon, and we sat beneath the moon.
Her hair was like red like the fire, mine brown like the mire.
Her eyes blue like the sky, mine brown like ripened rye.
I never knew why this angel chose me, but I was happy as can be.
The snow falls softly there, alighting gently on my hair.
Eyes closed in despair; my heart was without a pair.
It ended much too soon, and I sat beneath the moon.