And yearning for a hidden whisper,
Warmth from the Northern Lights,
Trapped under Eastern blankets,
Rainy shivers driving me south,
But if I listen closely I would hear,
Your voice in letters of a postcard.
And yearning for a hidden whisper,
Warmth from the Northern Lights,
Trapped under Eastern blankets,
Rainy shivers driving me south,
But if I listen closely I would hear,
Your voice in letters of a postcard.