(Gene MacLella)
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Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean
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The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green
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The snowbird sings the song he always sings
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And speaks to me of flowers that will bloom again in spring
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When I was young my heart was young then, too
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Anything that it would tell me, that's the thing that I would do
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But now I feel such emptiness within
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For the thing that I want most in life's the thing that I can't win
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[Chorus:]
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Spread your tiny wings and fly away
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And take the snow back with you
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Where it came from on that day
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The one I love forever is untrue
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And if I could you know that I would
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Fly away with you
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The breeze along the river seems to say
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That he'll only break my heart again should I decide to stay
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So, little snowbird, take me with you when you go
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To that land of gentle breezes where the peaceful waters flow
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[Chorus]
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Snowbird
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| Anne Murray |
