Drifting past the fields of snow Most the signs say 'we're closed' Wind gets in and chills your soul My own North Pole Tall trees seem so different now Where the leaves used to be Town looks tired as always Wakes up just twice a year And the songs and twelve years old And it sounds so clear Doesn't matter anymore They belong up here Old cars behind the bar Long grass grew there Every year good or bad For us to share And the songs and twelve years old And it sounds so clear Doesn't matter anymore They belong up here And the songs and twelve years old And it sounds so clear Doesn't matter anymore They belong up here Just the wind as before On his way somewhere Will he reach my true love's heart Will she know I'm here?