Beneath that 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
And he 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's the thing that I can't win
Spread your tiny wings and fly away
And take the snow back with you where you found it on that day
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