In a winter's tale lovers we'll be
whispering sweet nothing under the bare oak tree
but the white snow has to melt one day
it would be selfish not to set you free
to my heart i must be true
to myself and of course, you
It pains me dearly to leave you side
But I have to keep my dignity and pride
And the thought of our once dreamt future nest
Leaves me in heartbreak that no one shall mend