bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum   bum bum bum bum bum bum   bum bum bum bum bum bum      This is my winter song to you.   The storm is coming soon,   it rolls in from the sea      My voice; a beacon in the night.   My words will be your light,   to carry you to me.      Is love alive?   Is love alive?   Is love      They say that things just cannot grow   beneath the winter snow,   or so I have been told.      They say were buried far,   just like a distant star   I simply cannot hold.      Is love alive?   Is love alive?   Is love alive?      This is my winter song.   December never felt so wrong,   cause youre not where you belong;   inside my arms.      bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum   bum bum bum bum bum bum   bum bum bum bum bum bum      I still believe in summer days.   The seasons always change   and life will find a way.      Ill be your harvester of light   and send it out tonight   so we can start again.      Is love alive?   Is love alive?   Is love alive?      This is my winter song.   December never felt so wrong,   cause youre not where you belong;   inside my arms.      This is my winter song to you.   The storm is coming soon   it rolls in from the sea.      My love a beacon in the night.   My words will be your light   to carry you to me.      Is love alive?   Is love alive?   Is love alive?   Is love alive?   Is love alive?   Is love alive?   Is love alive?   Is love alive?   Is love alive?   Is love alive?   Is love alive?   Is love alive?   Is love alive?   Is love alive?   Is love alive?   Is love alive?   Is love alive?