IRC-Galleria

We're far enough to see the stars
as they twinkle and glow
We're far enough to hear the silence
and the north wind blow

Thru the yard full of snow
with my wheelbarrow
I carry wood for the fire
carry sticks for the stove

We found ourselves a place to settle
and call our own
it feels so nice to realise
we're finally home

Now the main thing to do
in this life with you
carry wood for the fire
carry sticks for the stove