If I go out in the morning snow In my pajamas and my winter coat And take from the house our darker thoughts And take away the memory of loss And if I drop them into the snow Will we never find them anymore?
To see him To see him happy To see him To see him happy
In the same field where we have stood To see your brother fly away in spring In a light blue and silver plane Now the snow has covered everything. I think we will be made clean like the snow I think we will become new like the snow
To see him To see him happy To see him To see him happy
Some winters are harder than others We are going to take our cameras And look through at black trees with empty arms And sled tracks Wandering as we are
To see him To see him happy To see him To see him happy