I see you walk like a poem
The winter morning cold
Crisp, with a stern decision
But the sun is still in the valley
Just like you are
A hint of warmth and love
In this little alpine village
Like a rare poem, I could never
Fully write or sing or title
Yellow threads in your dark scarf
Carrying the answers
And decisions of my day
Weaving my melancholy
In this little alpine village
This life, we can\'t escape the blues
I\'m lucky they come alive and well
Going higher than they should\'ve
My tears, through these mountains
Flow, with beautiful men like you
In this little alpine village
-Al