Candlelight whispers in the twilight's embrace
Warm woolen blankets
We slow down the race
Books by the fire
The smell of fresh pine
In the nook of our hearts
Everything's fine
Cobblestone streets wear a shroud of the night
Snowflakes fall softly
Painting the world white
Tea in old cups
Stories told through the steam
In the glow of the evening
We drift in a dream
Oh
The hygge life
Where time moves slow
Where love is a dance
In the hearth's soft glow
Moments like ashes
They fade but ever stay
In the warm
Cozy corners of a winter day
Pinecone arrangements
Wreaths on the door
A pause in the chaos
We seek something more
Lamplight that twinkles
Like stars close at hand
As we weave through the silence
No words need command
Bread fresh from ovens
The wine pours so deep
Hearts softly beating
As the world falls to sleep
Touching the tender
Our sorrows take flight
Under blankets of comfort
All burdens feel light
Whispered secrets under woolen skies
A tapestry of moments in the elder's eyes
Crackling fire tells tales no one ignores
In the stillness
We find what our souls implore