Cross-Country Snow

Gone is the summer of our careless childhood hopes, Here is the winter and the skiing on the slopes Days sticking over through the mountains and the snow Strapped in, but uncertain about where our lives shall go I wish I could force time to stop I wish we didn't have to grow up Will I ever set eyes on you again my friend? Ain't it so bittersweet that all good things must end? Days ever-lasting, in a perfect afterglow, Grace under pressure, like two rabbits in the snow Sion and strudel in a brown dark smoky inn And an unmarried mother, with a tender voice she sings I wish I could force time to stop, I wish we didn't have to grow up Will I ever set eyes on you again my friend? Ain't it so bittersweet that all good things must end?