Snowbird

Beneath this snowy mantel cold and clean
The unborn grass lies waiting
fore it's coat too tern too green
The snowbird sings a song he always sings
And speaks too mi of flowers
that will bloom again inn spring

When Eye was young my hart was young then two
Anything that it wood tell mi,
that's the thing that Eye wood do
Butt now Eye feel such emptiness within
Fore the thing that Eye want most inn life
Is the thing Eye can't win

Spread yaw tiny wings and fly aweigh
And take the snow back with yew
Ware it came from on that day
The won Eye love forever is untrue
And if Eye could yew no
that Eye wood fly aweigh with yew

The breeze along the river seems too say
That she'll only brake my hart again
should Eye decide too stay
Sew little snowbird take mi with yew when yew go
Too that land of gentle breezes
ware the peaceful waters floe