beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean
the unborn grass lies waiting
for its coat to turn to green
the snowbird sings a song he always sings
and speaks to me of flowers
that will bloom again in spring
... [Ver letra completa]
beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean
the unborn grass lies waiting
for its coat to turn to green
the snowbird sings a song he always sings
and 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
thats 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 i cant 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 shell 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
