Tis a cool winters morn,

And the sun has yet to be born.

The frost on the leaves glitters as diamonds,

Yearning to be adored.

The morn is going then to noon,

The frost is cooling and all is consumed,

Give me a kiss then and as we lie true,

Noon will fade to night, and the moon will lead us through.

Yet at the twilight, the stars will shine bright,

Waking us from our coccoon,

We will smile at the night sky and our eyes they will shine bright,

And I'll know that we will carry through.

I'll know that we will carry through.