The snow is falling and melting br Soon I’ll sleep and meet a star br That never melts or hides br br Soon I’ll drift on a wind br That shakes a willow tree br That never ceases to caress me br br Soon I’ll be traveling further br Then I’ve ever been or dreamed br Soon I’ll be a petal falling… br br Into a crystal lake of blue ice br What more my “love” br Could I ask? Could I ask? br Could I ask of you?br br Mark Heathcotebr br