It's a January 9 a.m. sunrise On the cobbles of St. Petersburg And champagne misty eyes. Someone started painting All those pictures in the snow. Where do they go? Play the song, You know the time is right We'll think of them On such a winter's night. You know we'll never come this way again. Hear cries upon the wind. Tame the violent seas Make them calm again, Let the story never end, You'll find tomorrow's dreams This January morning. The sidewalks play With shadows from the light And memories Of such a winter's night. You know we'll never come this way again. Hear cries upon the wind. Tame the violent seas Make them calm again, Let the story never end, You'll find tomorrow's dreams This January morning. It's a January 9 a.m. sunrise On the cobbles of St. Petersburg And champagne misty eyes Sad to see those pictures Are all melting in the snow