This winter wind that blows in me
Used to be
Promise of spring
A summer breeze
It might be
The final curtain coming down
I'm in the bonus rounds
If your life is like mine
Pretty soon you'll find
That time makes a young man wise
Still you might see
Regret in this old man's eyes
Come the ringing bell
I'll meet the voice that's calling
For those who know me well
I won't soon be forgotten
Peace won't come if your peace depends
On the hope
Of finding that which never ends
Hold tightly
The gift of all you have today
It will be gone someday
Everything in the end
Will be made good again
So trust in the author's pen
Faith is a lucky coin
That few ever learn to spend
But you can be sure I spent it well
For each thing I've forgotten
You could fall in to what I have left to tell
And never reach the bottom