When the soil stops to feed our fall? It´s so fine in its winter coat, frozen When the light stops to give us new hope? Can we make it without hope?
A young pair holding hands Holding hands and they have Pure trust for each other For the promise they´ve made
The first steps of a child The sweet scent of spring A strong faith for the goodness of man Power of will
Still, broken and helpless she lies On a journey all without a guide, no strength She´s beyond all that what can be seen I can still take her palm and sing
Sing while she sleeps Sing that old song she knows Which for long For long has been left unsung
A young pair holding hands Holding hands and they have Pure trust for each other For the promise they´ve made
The first steps of a child The sweet scent of spring A strong faith for the goodness of man Power of will