Winter Princess - Josefine Cronholm

There´s a story in each lifetime

I see them pass me on the street everyday

There´s a life behind the sad face

behind those eyes that just don´t want to see

In the snow under the street lamp

she wears her crown made of flowers and thorns

at the corner down the avenue

on his way to tame the beast

my winter princess, my fire queen

my weary knight and my lost king

In the park there is a statue

a woman hold her child so tiny but strong

and from her eyes there glows a silence

tells he´s protected by the stars and her love

my winter princess, my fire queen

my weary knight and my lost king

my winter princess, my fire queen

my weary knight and my last king