Every day's a holiday, just take a look around and see,
Jack frost is celebrating with his gift of diamond
sparkle on the trees.
The dew is frozen over, the stream is awfully calm and
if you dare to listen, you will hear a morning song.
Birds in a distance, calling out to you, hold on to
my heart and dance under skies of blue.
No need for paper Valentines, no holiday control,
the celebration that your feeling is the finding
of Gold.
The treasure on the mountains, the treasure out
to sea, the treasure is the memories of
when you were here with me.
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