Hark the frozen chimes of winter

Crystal shimmer in your mind

To the first time when you saw her

You implored her to be kind

In the open fields around you

All before you gone to ground

Both the question and the answer

Deep inside you, you shall find

And while you're strollin' through the summer of your years

Enchanted, a garden overgrown

Don't call me sentimental, those of you who care

Could find there a lover and a friend to the end

And if you're taken by the sprit of your age

No reason to carve a cornerstone

Sway me, trade me your philosophy

First you're sowing, then you're growing

Then you reap until you sleep

Will you scale the silver-studded mountain

Where contemplation will spring to mind?

See the veiled prophet's withered gaze reflect the nouvelle-vague

Glazed visions imprisoned in your mind

Unwinding rivers flowing through the meadows to the sea

Paths of glory through shifting glades to fall

Present laughter and the memory of troubles you have seen

It is written in your mind