Snowbird
Beneath its snowy mantle cold and clean, the unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green. The snow bird 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*s 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 snow bird, take me with you when you go to that land of gentle breezes where the peaceful waters flow.
Yeah, if I could, you know that I would fly away with you. |