Keep your eyes here in the open air Where the winter snows and the icy flows stray from your heart. Let the sun illuminate, Let it wash away the cold and take you to a land untold. Oh, smile dear it's alright. The loon will sing to you sweet, and the fireflies will light your way In the midst of the grey. Tell me of this trifling little mess That makes you run like a thief without a gun Until your soles are worn. May your bright eyes shine and wander from the earth to the sky Until your heart does fly. Oh smile dear it's alright. The loon will sing to you sweet.