Lyrics

[Verse]
First frost of winter, town streets turn to white,
Old folks remember, those cold Friday nights.
Lace up the skates, hold hands, take a spin,
Bringing back memories, where the laughter begins.

[Chorus]
The rinks are back, under the cold moon's light,
Skates on the ice, holding each other tight.
Small-town dreams, under a starry dome,
With every glide, we feel a bit more at home.

[Verse 2]
Boarded up buildings once lost in the past,
Get a second chance, the magic's back at last.
Kids round the fire, roasting marshmallows tall,
We come together, answering winter's call.

[Chorus]
The rinks are back, under the cold moon's light,
Skates on the ice, holding each other tight.
Small-town dreams, under a starry dome,
With every glide, we feel a bit more at home.

[Verse 3]
The mayor spoke true, said time to revive,
The good old rinks where we all felt alive.
Echoes of cheers from the days gone by,
Under new skies, don't let those memories die.

[Chorus]
The rinks are back, under the cold moon's light,
Skates on the ice, holding each other tight.
Small-town dreams, under a starry dome,
With every glide, we feel a bit more at home.