Last Problem Of The Alps

From window set in beam and plaster
I glass the spot where she sat last year
Lost atop the rocks with shivering mouth
(blizzard)
Now I cut the wood, I fill the stove
I eat my soup, I write my notes
Recalling the last problem of the alps
Recalling our last problem of the alps
We grew up in the Alpen woods
And from day one we understood
We’d always be each others, come what may
Now I cut more wood, I do my chores
I’ll wait for you for evermore…
Recalling the last problem of the alps
Recalling our last problem of the alps
Forever our last problem of the alps
Forever our last problem
Forever… Forever… Forever…
Forever… Forever…
Lost atop the rocks
Lost atop the rocks
Lost atop the rocks
Lost atop the rocks