When the day ends

and church bells are ringing

when the valley is shroudedin snow,

when you're feeling that hope somewhere vanished

and there's no poetry left to console you,

with the smallest step you'll find a way

oh of fate borne and life is a jewel

but stone will tarnish as dust will descend

take a minute and wipe free the lustre,

it'll mirror a day without end

with the smallest step you'll feel

it starts a journey your way.

oh they tried to tell me

but I'll learn for myself

and when they tried to tell me

you know the words disappeared on the wind

I was running away

and when the laughter echoes through you

in a pale beaming ray and you'll know always

and ever within you anyway.