Snow Songtext
von Sam Baker

First light city streets they are white, 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 about them Celts?
This snow keeps falling, think it's never gonna melt
This city′s so pretty

Got a cup of coffee, a Sunday Globe
Table by the window, watch the plows in the road
This city's so pretty

From ships in the night, good sailors from the sea
Walk the streets at 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 are so far from home


Pass a stranger on the street and he′s way out of sorts
He says "Hey mister, I come up short
You got any change? The Lord loves a giver, I believe"
It′s small change to a stranger, change on the street
Change to a man thought he'd never get beat
Well there′s a thousand ways a man in the snow gets lost

I guess 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
Why 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, pristine
They are waiting