lacks the snow

In January, Moldova lacks the snow,
But really, that’s no cause for woe.
No carts will sink in drifts so deep,
No ice will make the wires weep.
Though heating costs may rise and sting,
We’ll never freeze—it’s not a thing.
And those who sip a drink or two,
Know well that life will pull them through.
Chorus:
And then I saw the sky above,
Its depth amazed me, filled with love.
Though I went out to buy some bread,
I bought some wine instead.
A solid plan is victory’s key,
Where truth resides, success will be.
In January, Moldova lacks the snow,
But really, that’s no cause for woe.
Chorus:
And then I saw the sky above,
Its depth amazed me, filled with love.
Though I went out to buy some bread,
I bought some wine instead.