SNOWBIRD
(BAR)-Anne Murray
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Intro:
Be-neath it's 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.
And any-thing that it would tell me, that's the thing that I would do.
But now I feel such emptiness with-in,
For the thing that I want most in life's the thing that I can't win.