An early morning in December, Autumn leaves in blowing wind White snowflakes are falling down, Lightly conquers the ground I close my eyes and remember, Happy days when we were children Making angels in the snow, Like pilots from heaven Close my eyes and still remember, Laughter and joy And like a church bell ringing, White as air Voices from a distant valley, Sound me through the future Echoes of the times The way we look upon the future, The night ride on white horses The games that people play, Won't be unexpected I close my eyes and still remember, Laughter and joy And like a church bell ringing, White as air Voices from a distant valley, Sound me through the future Echoes of the times The way we look upon the future, The night ride on white horses The games that people play, Won't be unexpected I close my eyes and still remember, Laughter and joy And like a church bell ringing, White as air Voices from a distant valley, Sound me through the future Echoes of the times The way we look upon the future, The night ride on white horses Thanks for watching!