Written by Gene MacLellan




Beneath the snowy mantle cold and clean,
The unborn grass lies waiting,
For its coat to turn to green
The snowbird sings the 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.



And if I could you know that I would,
Fly-y-y-y-y away with you

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