Texty: Blue Rodeo. Glad To Be Alive.

It was high, high on a hill
Where she'd go at night
And stand in the snow-covered field
Looking across the lake
To lights in town
Glad to be alive
Glad to be alive
Glad to be alive

A still winter's night
With Christmas stars
Shining so bright
And the wind knew her song
So she cried and sang along
Glad to be alive
Glad to be alive
Glad to be alive

A still winter's night
With Christmas stars
Shining so bright
And the wind knew her song
So she cried and sang along
Glad to be alive
Glad to be alive
Glad to be alive

Glad to be alive
Glad to be alive
Glad to be alive
Glad to be alive
Glad to be alive

So glad
To be
Alive