• Snow falls and falls again
    Never knowing when it will end
    I sat outside to see it fall
    I knew not of snow, not at all


    As the winter grew blazing cold
    The snow grew tired and very old
    When it will end?
    Did the snow not know of its new trend?


    I waited and questioned each day
    As the sky still looked dull and gray
    When will this winter die?
    The time has sure passed by


    I still sat each day
    Now that I'm old and gray
    I might see heavens gate
    For I guess this is my fate.