Love, Please Close the Door
Chris Koerts, Gerard Koerts, Hans Ziech
See the flowers in the distance
Between the cold grey stones
Facing the white mountain slopes of chapel in the valley
Love, please close the door
A cold wind moans and chases the clouds
Carrying along their snow
But you closed the door
There's a fire burning for us
To keep us warm and safe for tonight
Hear the sounds and melodies of rilets flowing down
They're the everlasting songs whispering all the time
As a warning that behind some rocks
There's a rigid gap even reads fear the tread