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