Mark Olson. Winter Song. Zeneszám

I remember our winter song
Slipping on a frozen lake
There I?ll miss you when you?re gone
Oh, this winter song
Another cup of Brunel wine

Dreams that once seemed so sweet
Are silent empty streets
Streets of tears stained walks go by
And I?ll miss you when you?re near
You?re thoughts are just like the stars

Saturdays, hope is raised
By endless stories of desire
And I remember our winter song
Another cup of Brunel wine

Saturdays, hope is raised
By endless stories of desire
And I remember our winter song
Another cup of Brunel wine

I remember our winter song
Slipping on a frozen lake
There I?ll miss you when you?re gone
Oh, this winter song
Another cup of Brunel wine