Butterflies fluttering in spring
Our Earth has never seen
This winter has no end
The sweetest song the robin sings
But his voice it never rings
Look it's snowing again
What do I do, what do I do
What do I do, what do I do
Ohh, with my old soul?
Mmm-Ahh, with my old soul
Seven years we spent alone
Now the village calls you home
And soon you must return
But with whispers in my ear
You made it so clear
You'd rather stay and learn
What to do, what to do
What to do, with this old soul, Ohh!
What do I do, what do I do
With this old soul?