Beneath its 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…
Spread your tiny wings and fly away
Take the snow back with you
Where it came from on that day…
So, little Snowbird, take me with you when you go
To that land of gentle breezes where the peaceful waters flow…
~Anne Murray
2 comments:
Very nice post. I like the way you photographed the bird against seamless white, and I never really listened to the exact words of that song. Perfect combination.
adorable :)
i am a big annie murry fan and trish johnson fan.
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