let the kitchen fire grow cold
let the ancient winter blow
let the running river go it's way
see it move on by
let the geese refuse to fly
twist and tumble from the sky
let the wintry fingers try our door
it's open come on in
all the world may turn to stone
the sun may sink into the sea
but there will still be only one love
in this world for me for me
and if the cello has no string
it will always fail to sing
and if a man is without love
he'll surely fail
in living everyday
all the world may turn to stone
the sun may sink into the sea
but there will still be only one love
in this world for me for me
and if the cello has no string
it will always fail to sing
and if a man is without love
he'll surely fail
in living everyday
and if I'm without your love
i'll surely fail
in living everyday