Do you think we could ever live,
In a little cabin near the Matterhorn?
Would you like it, my love?
We could have a tiny fireplace,
And a warm hearth of embers,
That glow and float up in the evenings,
In the winter, the snow would pound,
Against the window panes,
You’d have to hold me tight,
So I wouldn’t be scared,
And we could kiss all night,
In the little bed in the corner,
Would you like that, my love?