Cross-Country Snow Songtext
von P.J.M. Bond

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?