Love Please Close The Door

	See the flowers in the distance
	between the cold grey stones
	Facing the white mountain slopes
	of chapel in the valley
	Love, please close the door
	A cold wind moans
	and chases the clouds
	Carrying along their snow
	But you closed the door
	There's a fire burning for us
	to keep us warm and safe for tonight
	Hear the sounds and melodies
	of rilets flowing down
	They're the verlasting songs
	whispering all the time
	As a warning that behind some rocks
	there's a rigid grap even
	oreads fear the tread