Snow - Sam Baker

First light, city streets they are white and pristine

Waiting on the tracks of the early machines

This city’s so pretty

When the snow falls, just at dawn

Hey paper boy, how 'bout themselves?

This snow keeps fallin'

Think its never gonna melt

This city’s so pretty

Got a cup-a-coffee and a Sunday Globe

Table by the window, watch the ploughs in the road

This city’s so pretty

Foreign ships in the night

Good sailors from the sea

Walk the streets of dawn

Down on Beacon Street

This city’s so pretty

They are so far from home

Snow is deep and the road is long

Snow is deep and the road is long

They’re so far from home

Pass a stranger on the street, he 's way out of sorts

He says: Hey, mister, I came up short

You got any change, the Lord loves the giver I believe

Small change to a stranger, change on the street

Change to a man who thought he’d never get beat

Well there’s a thousand ways

A man in the snow gets lost

They are so far from home

Snow is deep and the road is long

Snow is deep and the road is long

So far from home

There’s snow upon the ocean

There’s snow upon the land

Talk about forgiveness

Help me understand

But I hold on tight

I do not let go

I walk these streets

I am frozen in…

Snow

First light, city streets are white and pristine

They’re waiting on the tracks of the dirty machines

First light, city streets are white and pristine

They are waiting