Winter rain, it falls too hard,
Take my hand and take my heart,
In these times when we're apart,
You are still my lover.
I can feel your whisper close,
Like the sweetness of a rose,
When I turn I hear your voice,
You're my only lover.
They say that every one thousand years a love may come.
To wrap you up and tie your bones.
Well, I've got mine.
And you met me off the train,
You knew my face, you knew my name,
It's my soul you came to claim,
Yeah, you heal me, lover.
You held me close, you held me tight,
Those arms, they took me through the night,
Wake to grant me a new life,
You inspire me, lover.
They say that every one thousand years a love may come.
To wrap you up and tie your bones.
Well, I've got mine.
Tragedy it seems to strike,
At the peak of any life,
Know, no matter what it tries,
You are still my lover.
I'll hold you close, I'll hold you fast,
And wipe those tears back with my hand,
And when we both return to sand,
You are still my lover.
They say that every one thousand years a love may come,
To wrap you up and tie your bones,
To steal your flesh and save your soul,
And take you to the great unknown,
Well, I've got mine.
