Lyric

The white snow is piling, falling deep and still

Only the children run against the chill

Ignoring every call to stay inside the door

They’re jumping in the drift, craving more and more

Leaving little footprints on the white, untouched ground

Catching single flakes as they’re spinning all around

"What a nostalgic scene," I whisper with a sigh

But I’m no longer that child, as the years go by

No, I’m not a child anymore

One ball, then another, rolling in the white

Building up a snowman in the pale morning light

Blowing out their breath to chase away the cold

Laughing in a language that never grows old

Listening to the snow fall on the silent earth

Feeling all the fragile magic for what it's worth

The melting in their palms, the sparkle in their eyes

I’m squinting at the brightness of the winter skies

Leaving little footprints on the white, untouched ground

Catching single flakes as they’re spinning all around

"What a nostalgic scene," I whisper with a sigh

But I’m no longer that child, as the years go by

No, I’m not a child anymore

Shivering in the wind

Watching from the window

I’m not a child anymore