See the flowers in the distance
between the cold grey stones
facing the white mountain slopes
of chappel in the vally
Love, please close the door.

A cold wind moans
and chases the clouds
carrying along their snow
but you closed the door
Ther's a fire burning for us
to keep us warm and safe for tonight

Hear the sounds and melodies 
of rilets flowing down
They're the verlasting songs
whispering all the time
as a warning that behind some rocks
there's a rigid grap even oreads fear the tread