| Where will you be when the winter comes? | |
| Where can I find you? | |
| I'll be going home when I'm ready. | |
| You will find me where, the sound of crickets, | |
| the sound of morning bells, make me feel so still. | |
| Silent night, silent waters, | |
| make you feel so still. | |
| We can get through the valley, | |
| get past the mill, walk through the forest. | |
| We've got time to kill. | |
| We can swim through the rivers in the starry night, so still, | |
| walk through the desert. | |
| We've got time to kill. | |
| Why won't the wind take us away to the state of constant joy? | |
| Why won't the wind take us away from the never ending woe? | |
| The sound of crickets, | |
| the sound of morning bells, make me feel so still. | |
| Silent night, silent waters, | |
| make you feel so still. | |
| We can get through the valley, | |
| get past the mill, walk through the forest. | |
| We've got time to kill. | |
| Swim through the rivers in the starry night, so still, | |
| walk through the desert. | |
| We've got time to kill. |