Although we have to be apart, We'll always be together, Close enough in mind and heart To manage any weather. Reality is often bleak, But love remains inside A glass house on a mountain peak, The wintry world beside.
Love can build its own four walls And heat its own small room. Through icy winds and blinding squalls, Love can be in bloom.
Though continents drift far downstream And mountains disappear, And life dissolve into a dream, Our love will still be here, You'll turn, and I'll be here.
