It's a January 9 a.m. sunrise

On the cobbles of St. Petersburg

And champagne misty eyes.

Someone started painting

All those pictures in the snow.

Where do they go?

Play the song,

You know the time is right

We'll think of them

On such a winter's night.



You know we'll never come this way again.



Hear cries upon the wind.

Tame the violent seas

Make them calm again,

Let the story never end,

You'll find tomorrow's dreams

This January morning.



The sidewalks play

With shadows from the light

And memories

Of such a winter's night.



You know we'll never come this way again.



Hear cries upon the wind.

Tame the violent seas

Make them calm again,

Let the story never end,

You'll find tomorrow's dreams

This January morning.



It's a January 9 a.m. sunrise

On the cobbles of St. Petersburg

And champagne misty eyes

Sad to see those pictures

Are all melting in the snow