When the day ends and church bells are ringing
when the valley is shrouded in snow,
when you´re feeling that hope somewhere vanished
and there´s no poetry left to console you,
with the smallest step you´ll find a way oh of fate borne
and life is a jewel but stone will tarnish as dust will descend take a minute
and wipe free the lustre,
it´ll mirror a day without end with the smallest step you´ll feel
it starts a journey your way.
oh they tried to tell me but I´ll learn for myself
and when they tried to tell me you know the words disappeared
on the wind I was running away
and when the laughter echoes through you in a pale beaming ray
and you´ll know always and ever within you anyway