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The snow
watch it drifting down, drifting down
Layering the ground, yes the ground
Always coming through, wetting all your shoes
The snow

The snow
It will come again each year, yes each year
Unlike rain, without tears, without tears
reliable and clean, always here for me
The snow

The snow
Come inside for tea, yes for tea
It's cold outside but not for me, not for me
refuge from the cold, more than me it's old
The snow