Together hand in hand we walked through evening gloom
Long shadows on the pavement, cast from the sunset sky
If only this would last until the end of time
And if this is forever I swear that I could cry

The northern wind starts to blow
And the smell of winter’s in the air
As we take each step upon the ground
The season of love grows near

We could share the very first snowflowers of the year
In your arms where I belong
Watch as the city turns from grey to white
The day turns into night
Love that floats like wayward clouds, that’s not what we’re about
Sure and strong is my love for you
And it comes from the bottom of my heart
— Hayley Westenra, "Snowflowers"