(Morten Harket/Mags/Pal Waaktaar)

The cold has a voice
It talks to me
Stillborn by choice
It airs no need
To hold

Old man feels the cold...
Oh baby don't
'cause I've been told:
Stay on these roads
We shall meet, I know
Stay on...my love
We shall meet, I know
I know

Where join should reign
These skies restrain
Shadow your love...'
The voice trails off again
The voice trails off again

Old man feels the cold
Oh baby dont!
Cause I've been told

Stay on these roads
We shall meet, I know
Stay on... my love
You feel so weak, be strong
Stay on, stay on
We shall meet, I know, I know
I know my love, I know

(feels the cold)

Winter's gone, I'm on my own

Stay on these roads
We shall meet, I know
Stay on... my love
We will meet, I know
So stay on...I know
Stay my love, stay on
We will meet, I know, I know.
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