SNOWBIRD

Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean
The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green.
The snowbird sings the song he always sings
That speaks to me of flowers
That will bloom again in spring.

When I was young my heart was young then too
Anything that it would tell me that's the thing that I would do.
But now I feel such emptiness within
For the thing that I want most in life
Is the thing that I can't win.

Spread your tiny wings and fly away

And take the snow back with you

Where it came from on that day.

The one I love forever is untrue
And if I could you know that I would fly away with you.

The breeze along the river seems to say
That he'll only break my heart again should I decide to stay.
So, little snowbird take me with you when you go
To that land of gentle breezes
Where the peaceful waters flow.

To that land of gentle breezes
Where the peaceful waters flow.