I watch the snow outside the window
slowly drift into the ground
there is no talk, no conversation
it’s winter love without a sound
chorus: I won’t change a thing
‘bout the way you talk or how I sing
la-dee-da-de-da-da
I won’t change a thing
I walk out into the weather
my footprints and my fingers freeze
it’s almost like we were together
no need to rewrite history
chorus
and there is some bliss in forgetting
but there’s more in letting go
and there are some things I don’t want
to regret so I thought I should let you know
I don’t have a perfect voice
but when I can’t talk I sing
and even if I had a choice
I wouldn’t change a thing
