The Snowman
the lonely snowman was out at night,
the only one in the field he was quite a sight,
a scarf around his neck and a hat on his head,
only to be seen by naughty kids out of bed,
a broom and a shovel he held in his hands,
snowflakes swirling, near him they'd land,
a single icy tear-drop fell from each eye,
as he remembered each painful good-bye,
his creator left him in this wide open space,
never again to see his familar face,
the silent snowman tryed with all his might,
to withstand this lonely and cold dark night,
he stares up in to the pitch black sky,
as one last teardrop falls from his eye,
he spots a star, one big and bright,
wishing he could see his creater, just this one final night.
the only one in the field he was quite a sight,
a scarf around his neck and a hat on his head,
only to be seen by naughty kids out of bed,
a broom and a shovel he held in his hands,
snowflakes swirling, near him they'd land,
a single icy tear-drop fell from each eye,
as he remembered each painful good-bye,
his creator left him in this wide open space,
never again to see his familar face,
the silent snowman tryed with all his might,
to withstand this lonely and cold dark night,
he stares up in to the pitch black sky,
as one last teardrop falls from his eye,
he spots a star, one big and bright,
wishing he could see his creater, just this one final night.
