This is my winter song to you. 
The storm [bad word] soon, 
It rolls in from the sea 

My voice a beacon in the night. 
My words will be your light, 
To carry you to me. 

Is love alive? 
Is love alive? 
Is love 

They say that things just cannot grow 
Beneath the winter snow, 
Or so I have been told. 

They say were buried far, 
Just like a distant star 
I simply cannot hold. 

Is love alive? 
Is love alive? 
Is love alive? 

This is my winter song. 
December never felt so wrong, 
Cause youre not where you belong 
Inside my arms. 

I still believe in summer days. 
The seasons always change 
And life will find a way. 

Ill be your harvester of light 
And send it out tonight 
So we can start again. 

Is love alive? 
Is love alive? 
Is love alive? 

This is my winter song. 
December never felt so wrong, 
Cause youre not where you belong; 
Inside my arms. 

This is my winter song to you. 
The storm [bad word] soon 
It rolls in from the sea. 

My love a beacon in the night. 
My words will be your light 
To carry you to me. 

Is love alive? 
Is love alive? 
Is love alive? 
Is love alive? 
Is love alive? 
Is love alive? 
Is love alive? 
Is love alive? 
Is love alive? 
Is love alive? 
Is love alive? 
Is love alive?