Love, Please Close the Door

See the flowers in the distance
Between the cold grey stones
Facing the white mountain slopes of chapel in the valley
Love, please close the door

A cold wind moans and chases the clouds
Carrying along their snow
But you closed the door
There's a fire burning for us
To keep us warm and safe for tonight

Hear the sounds and melodies of rilets flowing down
They're the everlasting songs whispering all the time
As a warning that behind some rocks
There's a rigid gap even reads fear the tread