Snow Song - Ron Pope

She sat there, eyes open wide

And she watched the snow cover the ground outside.

Mittens on her hands, a smile ear to ear

She said, «In California, it hasn’t snowed in years.»

So come outside, and we can watch the sky,

Turn up your palms, and open your hands up wide.

Come outside, and open up your eyes.

Sitting next to me, she ties her scarf on tight

Winter can leave you crying, but it brightens up her eyes.

And snow kisses her cheek, where I want to be

And rests on her shoulders, like in her New York dreams.

So come outside, and we can watch the sky,

Turn up your palms, and open your hands up wide.

Come outside, and open up your eyes.

Walk with me… take my hand I’ll lead you down these city streets.

Won’t you walk with me?

Won’t you walk with me?

When she says goodbye, she turns around and smiles,

The next time it snows, I’ll be on her mind.