My hand is cold, my path alone.
Hold it now and walk me home.
My heart beats a love for you.
Its oh so nice if you want me to.
A year in time we will know.
If you really want to stay or go.
Time goes fast, so forget the past.
As friendship grows to love at last.
A sweet tale of cub and fox.
As they dance to life’s music box.
Words come and go sometimes shock.
Time disappears through the sand clock.
Nice and gentle nice and slow.
Hold my hand and off we go.
Very soon i hope we will know.
A lovers kiss would start the show.
We both are lost without much hope.
Slipping and sliding on the slippery slope.
So let us choose that fateful day.
Walk close together, skip and play.
Until that fine day i’ll stride alone.
So take my hand and walk me home.