Into Your Arms
When I’m in your arms,I feel the peace that makes me hope againWhat’s on your mind?We still have the whole world to embrace
Into your eyes,I see the tides, yearning to rise againWhat’s on my mind?We still have the stars above to light our way

Do you remember,
Snowflakes falling in December?
It was late, the streets were quiet,
When you put your hand in mine,
Do you remember?

Do you remember,
We sat outside and watched the embers?
While the flames held back the cold,
We’d talk of how our lives unfold.
Do you remember?

Though all the years and memories have faded so,
The Christmas lights still glow,
And I’ll hold on to those memories and melodies,
Like footprints in the snow,
Every Christmas time,
I remember well.

Do you remember,
Our first Christmas spent together?
You could barely even see that wooden star upon the tree,
Our first “forever”.

Do you remember,
I took your hand outside the old church,
When choirs played and church bells rung,
Oh how I miss the way it was,
Do you remember?

Though all the years and memories have faded so,
The Christmas lights still glow,
And I’ll hold on to those memories and melodies,
Like footprints in the snow,
Every Christmas time,
I remember well.

Snowflakes dance like whispers,
In the glow of the evening light,
Gather round the fire, love,
In the shelter of the old pine,
Friends and family fill the room,
As the old stories unfold,
And in the warmth of this moment,
Our hearts are made of gold.

So this winter,
We’ll hold close who we hold dear,
Oh this winter, you’ll be welcome here,
So this winter,
Though there’ll be laughter, there’ll be tears,
Still this winter you’ll be welcome here.

The scent of pine and cinnamon,
And the crimson of an old wine,
A flicker of a candle glows,
We’ll never drift away.

So this winter,
We’ll hold close who we hold dear,
Oh this winter, you’ll be welcome here,
So this winter,
Though there’ll be laughter, there’ll be tears,
Still this winter you’ll be welcome here.

And if the road gets lonely,
Or the nights grow long,
Just know, there’s somewhere you belong,
No matter where you wonder,
Or how far you roam,
Don’t forget, you’ve got a place called home.

Descente Douce
Douce est la nuit
Quand la lune danse
Sur les toits

Douce est la nuit
Quand la foule danse
Sous la pluie

Là où le bleu

De la mer

Est sans limite

Peu à peu

Nos yeux

Se teintent

Aussi de bleu

Douce est la nuit...
Douce est la nuit
Quand la foule danse
Sur les toits

Douce est la nuit
Quand la foule joue
Avec le feu

Douce est la nuit...