Peter Bond - Snow Song Lyrics
The city stood yawning at the dark end of the yearChimney smoke clinging to the tired-looking rainLast summer's leaves, dreams and invitations to the ballLay greasy in the gutter or had long gone down the drainAnd while winter made a treadmill of each dayThat barred the way to springIt fell from a sky of slateThe stillness that the snow bringsSnow on the rooftops threw the moon back at the darkOut on the marshes you could hear the cattle breatheHighways deserted, every footfall left its markThe magpie on the meadow and the fox across the heath.Frost on the window put the silversmith to shameWith its wild imaginingsThey danced like a candle flameIn the stillness that the snow brings.The thorny undergrowth still waits beneath the driftRagged iron and broken stone.Soon enough to find them when the frost begins to shiftThey'll get no sharper if for once you leave them on their own...Ah but did you hear the silver notes and see the bandShine like white fire in the shadow of the mill?Or in the evening hear the notes the bellman sendsLeap from the tower and tumble laughing down the hill?There'll still be summer and the chatter in the treesBut let them wait to singJust sink in up to your kneesIn the stillness that the snow brings.
