Ski With Me Tonight
Do you know where the cold wind blows
Where silence rains and the people flow
And icy crystal running beneath your feet
Yes, my friend, I know too well
That magic place of which you tell
Where the air is pure, and life is oh so sweet
The chair glides slowly to the top
Round in circles doesn’t stop
We’ll jump off and bravely face the wind
I’ll be following close behind
Until the end we are entwined
And when we’re down, we’ll go back up again
Chorus
Feel that wind, blowing in your face
With all your worries trailing far behind
See that snow, filling every space
The moon will be our light
Won’t you ski with me tonight
Swaying gently side to side, lovers of the mountainside
The speed is flowing gently through our veins
The café’s waiting there for us
With hot wine served in plastic cups
And a taste that will never be the same again
THE STORY BEHIND THE SONG
Skiing used to be one of my favourite things in the world, until the sad day when messages from my brain to my legs started to develop a time-lapse, which is not ideal when sliding down a mountain at high speed, or any speed for that matter. I could still ski but had lost that effortless coordination that is so essential to the preservation of life and limb. Of all my skiing memories, the best are those nights when I met up with a group of friends at a mountain café, had a few glasses of mulled wine, and then skied down in the moonlight. Heaven knows how we got down in one piece, although the Swiss have a saying, “The skis know their way home.”