Snow - Claudine Longet

Snow

Fills the fields we used to know

And the little park where we would go

Sleeps far below in the snow

Gone

It’s all over and you’re gone

But the memory lives on although

Our dreams lie buried in the snow

Sometimes the wind blows through the trees

And I think I hear you calling me

But all I see

Is snow

Everywhere I go

As the cold winter sun sinks low

I walk alone through the snow

All I see is snow