Snowbird

Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean The unborn grass lies waitin' 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...

Ducks flying south and the rich men also Heading for the beaches where the warm Gulf winds blow And I'm going too, I can hear that whistle cry. 'Cause I'm the kinda' bird that has to navigate Tourist...

Beneath this 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...

Snowbird was just a little girl once All tangled up in dandelion hair and polka dots And a picture book mind full of dreams and designs And visions of faraway places Yeah, she drew underwater worlds...

Beneath this 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...

Beneath this 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...