I will ride through the snow
in an old-fashioned carriage,
Drawn by a small, golden horse...
She runs like the wind...yeah...

When I run through your door,
I am freed from my slavery...
And the fire will be burning
long before you return to me...

For in my house,
no teasing spirits...
No false laughter...
No one has to tell me
to be there...no one...
I'll be there...
And I would suffer for the love,
I would suffer for the love...
I would cry to the moon...

I do two things these days,
and these nights,
Julia is no fool...
People ask me,
they ask me,
they say, "So, Julie,
just what is it that
you do now?"
She does two things...
Two things...
Well, in the light of sunset,
she does the stars
and she does you...

I love the stars...
I give to you
what I love...
Who is the child
who disregards
all your rules...?
I would suffer for the love,
and I would cry
to the moon...

I do two things these days...
And these nights,
Julia is no fool...
People ask me,
they ask me,
they say, "So, Julie,
just what is it that
you do now...?"
Well, she does two things,
two things...
Well, in the light of sunset,
she does the stars...
and she does you...

No fool...
She does two things...
Two things...
Well, in the light of sunset,
she does the stars
and...she loves you...

She loves the stars...
She loves her stars...

(Suffer for the love...)
(Cry...cry...)

She loves the stars,
and she loves you...