Here we go again,

It's the sound of certain Winters,

Tell me how I rest,

When I'm running from myself,

Will I ever catch my breath?

It's an echo with no answer,

Winter has a soul, 

and I understand it now.

I forgot my favorite sound,

It's the jingle of the sleigh bells,

Pawprints on the ground,

Or the snow that's falling down,

Sure the memories exist,

Vivid images of Alone,

Winter has a soul,

Now I see it's not so cold.

I forgot my favorite sound,

It's the Sound of certain Winters,

There's no need to rest,

When there's no reason to run,

Sure the memories exist,

Vivid images of Alone,

Winter has a soul,

And I'm not afraid to start over.