snowbird

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

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 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 she'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