Sitting by the fire.
Hot cocoa in my hands...

Sadness is dark blue,
It sounds like rain falling down...

Your tears are like raindrops
Falling from the sky...

The eagle flies over the skies
into the valleys below...

Wherever I go.
The shadow always follows...

One day in June of the coming spring on my finger...

The time passes slowly when were apart.
For you someone who is dear to my heart...

Why do I sit, you wonder
I sit here by myself wondering about life...