: Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green The snowbird sings a song he always sings And
Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green The snowbird sings a song he always sings And speaks
Fountains and flourescent lights. When season has come the snowbirds have crowded the nights. And old townies are tired of the beaches and bars being
Fountains and flourescent lights. When season has come the snowbirds have crowded the nights. And old townies are tired of their beaches and bars being
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
Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean the unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green the snowbird sings a song he always sings and speaks
: Fountains and flourescent lights. When season has come the snowbirds have crowded the nights. And old townies are tired of their beaches and bars being