FIRST SNOW Words and music by Tom Rowe © 1987 Early in the morning theres a message in the air. The last birds of summer have all gone. The earth is in a doze; The trees are standing bare, And a light breeze whispers winters comin on. Many folks have gone away to places in the sun; And some who stay will wish that they are therel But Ill go to the forest and watch the winter come. Its a time of peace the earth and I will share. And back inside the house there is love and theres laughter; Theres a woman and some brandy and a warming fires glow. But Ill linger here a while, not quite certain what Im after To watch the beauty of the first snow The woods are oh so still in this early afternoon, And I dare not break the silence of this day. A freight off in the distance whistles out a mournful tune That hangs a moment then just slips away. Now the flakes begin to fall, reluctantly at first, And the quiet deepens silent as a womb. The snow begins to gather and cover all the earth. Theres a chickadee, a deer and me in the now late afternoon. The evening comes in quickly, soon I must go home. Farewell to the trees, the birds, the doe. Theres a peace within me now like one Ive never known. The peace that nature brings with the first snow. And in the morning therell be children making angels here. Skiers will make tracks there down below. But for now theres only me and the doe that ventures near, To see and touch the coming of first snow.
Posted on: Thu, 05 Dec 2013 05:32:30 +0000
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