Beneath the snowy mantle brave and clean, The unborn grass lies waiting for it's 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 and true Everything that it would tell me that's the thing that I would do. But now I feel such emptiness within, For the things that I want most in life are the things that I can't win.
(Chorus) Spread your tiny wings and fly away, image: http://static.urx.io/units/web/urx-unit-loader.gif
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 snowbird take me with you when you go, To that land of gentle breezes where the peaceful waters flow.