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| Snowbound | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| Autor tekstu: Mike Rutherford | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| Lay your body down upon the midnight snow. Feel the cold of winter in your hair. Here in a world of your own In a casing that's grown To the children's delight That arrived on the night. Here they come to play their magic games Carving names upon your frozen hand. Here in a world of your own Like a sleeper whose eyes Sees the pain with surprise As it smothers your cries They'll never, never know. Hey, there's a snowman Hey, Hey what a snowman Pray for the snowman Ooh, Ooh what a snowman They say a snow year's a good year Filled with the love of all who lie so deep. Smiling faces tear your body to the ground Covered red that only we can see. Here in a ball that they made From the snow on the ground, See it rolling away With wild eyes to the sky They'll never, never know. Hey, there's a snowman Hey what a snowman Pray for the snowman Ooh, Ooh what a snowman They say a snow year's a good year Filled with the love of all who lie so deep. Hey, there goes the snowman Hey, there what a snowman Hey, there lies the snowman Hey, he was a snowman They say a snow year's a good year Filled with the love of all who lie so deep. Hey there goes the snowman, etc. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
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