Trembling Blue Stars

Moonlight On Snow

Disco: The Seven Autumn Flowers [2004]
Autor: Robert James Wratten

Wintertime is our time. The low sun flickering through railings

Piccadilly and coffee cups. Looking through the eyes of love

Wintertime is our time. Moonlight on snow. It’s where we were born, it’s home 

It’s where we were born, it’s home

  

And now that you’re finally in my arms to stay, there is no ache

No longing, no sense of loss, when the cold air whispers all about us

Of you of me, of us

  

A bench by the channel. A cave by a castle 

Places we tried to say goodbye. Someone new to miss

A tentative gift. The first butterflies, the first butterflies

  

And now that you’re finally in my arms to stay, there is no ache

No longing, no sense of loss, when the cold air whispers all about us 

Of you of me, of us

  

That promise I made, I was never going to keep it. 

Wasn’t there always hope? Or is that just me, rewriting history? 

Is it easy to say that now, there’s no taxi cab to bring us down?

Now that the time that’s ours doesn’t have to feel like it’s running out 

  

And now that you’re finally in my arms to stay, there is no ache 

No longing, no sense of loss, when the cold air whispers all about us 

Of you of me, of us

  

Moonlight on snow