This cold, cold world
Frightened me, it chilled me to the bones
I fought the frostbite
But found it was warmer at home
You knocked at my door
Grabbed my hand and pulled me into the snow
I smiled at the footprints
But I kept on my gloves and coat
You played and ran around
While the old sycamore watched you go
I sat in a snowbank smiling
Never getting up to join the show
But you pulled me up and looked at me
Our breath hung in the air and I could see
Your eyes trapped mine with innocent love
You smiled again and pulled off my gloves
Underneath the Sycamore
Didn't know what was in store
All we had was you and me
Didn't know what we could be
We ran around the sycamore
Wind blowing through our skin as you wore thin
I picked up the pace in time
You fell behind and let me win
You sat down to rest awhile
I kept on going faster through the breeze
I left you all alone
And kept on singing like you told me
The white fell hard and fast
It coated you and left me deaf and blind
I called out loud for you
But found I'd been running for miles
Grey clouds surrounded me
I looked them in the eye with no more fear
I kept running far
But never stopped wishing you were near
And the day, it came
When I was no longer afraid
You set me free
From the arms of the sycamore tree