A Winter Song

Oh, for a life as divine
as a stroll in the snow!
A glorious white, immaculate
airy delight, pure ecstasy!

I wish I were high above
where the stars shine
where birds always sing
sweet lullabies.

Far far away I'll fly
from wind-swept hills
and wind-tossed sea
and sunset will no more be!

It's evening. On the snow
night falls like a shroud
clad in mourning 
the heart cries in the storm.

Give me a song, a winter song
to make the heart sing
like a lark in spring
and quell the aching pain.


Claudio