I long for the gentle soft white snow
But not the winter and it's blistering blow
I long for Midas' precious touch of gold
Alas never again a loved one could I hold

I long for the love of a woman so dear
But dread my awkwardness and fear
I long for fame beyond what man has seen
Is it worth paparazzi coveting my dream

Mankind longs for all manner of things
But never the consequences it brings
Still in understanding I regrettably know
I will always long for snow