I turned around
and let it go
I was following the cold
With a bright red scarf
tied around my throat
Looking for safety in the white snow
I left the salty sun behind
along with the new flowers of spring
And I raced towards the shade,
and the icy winds that blow,
with arms open wide.
A shiver is a happy thing,
it means I'm going home
The cold never bothers me
I dance because I can
and I sing as I go.