There was this woman I know
who refused to watch the green leaves grow;
There was this woman I know--
I know by the name of Eve Snow.

Eve Snow was a woman of her age,
Winner of her race, childlike by the face;
Her life passed by whizzing at its pace
'Til fate decided to end her days.

In her place I speak today
on a dull and dreary day of May;
watching them lower the casket she lay
In front of crowds to hear what I say.

Of this woman I know
A woman I know too early to go;
Trotting about to reap what she sow
This woman by the name of Eve Snow.