The snow is falling down on me
White and pure
I feel so free
Catch a snowflake on my tongue
Memories of when I was young
I see the children working hard
Building the snowman in their yard
Tall and proud the snowman stands
A carrot for a nose, two sticks for hands
I remember when it all seemed real
Before life took over and I began to feel
I long for the days of youth gone by
I never knew how time does fly
I’m feeling the snow, and closing my eyes
Bring me back to the days
When snow angels could fly