When the day ends
and church bells are ringing
when the valley is shroudedin snow,
when you’re feeling that hope somewhere vanished
and there’s no poetry left to console you,
with the smallest step you’ll find a way
oh of fate borne and life is a jewel
but stone will tarnish as dust will descend
take a minute and wipe free the lustre,
it’ll mirror a day without end
with the smallest step you’ll feel
it starts a journey your way.
oh they tried to tell me
but I’ll learn for myself
and when they tried to tell me
you know the words disappeared on the wind
I was running away
and when the laughter echoes through you
in a pale beaming ray and you’ll know always
and ever within you anyway.
