This is muy winter song to you,
the storm is coming soon,
it rolls in from the sea.

My voice, a beacon in the night,
my words will be your light
to carry you to me.

Is love alive?


They say that things just cannot grow
beneath the winter snow,
or so I have been told.

They say we're very far,
just like a distant star
I simply cannot hold.

Is love alive?

This is my winter song,
December never felt so wrong
'cause you're not where you belong:
inside my arms.

I still believe in summer days,
the seasons always change

and life will find a way.

I'll be your harvester of light
and send it out tonight

so we can star again.

Is love alive?

Is love alive?