The canal is locked in white
Underneath a winter light
Fog is thick across the stone
Walking through the mist alone
Meet me where the waters freeze
Swaying like the willow trees
Hold the warmth inside your hand
In this frozen lowland land
I grow lilies in the heat
Far away from every street
Now I stand upon the bridge
Looking past the city ridge
Meet me where the waters freeze
Swaying like the willow trees
Hold the warmth inside your hand
In this frozen lowland land
Your wool coat is navy blue
I have waited here for you
Breath is ghosting in the air
Silver frost within your hair
Step by step the ice will break
Every little move we make
From the greenhouse to the quay
You are coming home to me
Copper bells begin to ring
Hear the heavy iron swing
Wet pavement and salty breeze
Bringing all my fears to ease
Meet me where the waters freeze
Swaying like the willow trees
Hold the warmth inside your hand
In this frozen lowland land
Two sets of prints in the snow
Now we have a place to go
Back to where the ferns are green
Softest sight I have ever seen
Meet me where the waters freeze
Swaying like the willow trees
Hold the warmth inside your hand
In this frozen lowland land
Glass and iron, cold and grey
We will find a warmer way
Find a warmer way.
