You caught my eye from afar
You're the clear winter sky This might not be so very true But this is me and that is you
Tell me that you have heard this too: You're too good to be true
You're the clear inner eye I'm the tears that won't dry This could be a white lie But there you are and here am I You're the clear winter sky Cross my heart, hope to die There you are and so am I
You're the wind giving speed I'm the toy that will stray You're the truth, searching seer More from The White Birch