Falling white, so soft yet cold.
Is like a gentle reminder, of those lost days.
Beneath the trees of evergreen, I sleep.
As a bell like from a fairy tale, rings in the distance.
I weave a song, a lullaby, from the dream.
A song for you, my dearest dragon of the snow.
For the times, you are alone.
In the white, the soft cold white.
I am dreaming, beneath trees of evergreen.
Within this still yet beautiful world.
A heart, so warm and fluttering.
I cannot go to that place, beyond the white.
Yet I will wait, as sing a lullaby.
While the bell rings, I see fairy tales come to life.
Before my eyes, before my fluttering heart.
Yet as I wait, for you my dearest dragon of the snow.
This voice of mine, is starting to fade.
As my dream slowly ends.
Falling white, so soft yet cold.
Is like in a dream, this gentle snow.
A reminder of those days with you.
As I weave this lullaby from a dream.
The bells of white, ring beneath the trees of evergreen.
My dearest dragon, know that I am waiting.
In the falling white, so soft yet cold.
The Snow, of our Dream.
Forever I shall Wait, My dearest Dragon of the Falling Snow.
