Lyrics:

You can call me through the rain
But if love is one-sided it slowly turns into pain
You can call me through the snow
It sounds too sweet, my dear, it sounds for me like a show

Hey, the wind still blows
Hey, too much reality shows
But when were safe in glory, theres no time for cries and sorries
I will be there, no lying, though my singing bird is dying

Hey, the wind still blows
Hey, too much reality shows
They say red rose is a faith
I say  lifes too short to wait

What else can I say, I dont know, I dont know..
But I know, but I know, but I know  our river of love stops to flow
And when were safe in glory, theres no time for cries and sorries
I will be there, no lying, though my singing bird is dying

Hey, the wind still blows
Hey, too much reality shows.