Snowbird Anne Murray (#8 in 1970), Elvis Presley

Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean , The unborn grass lies waiting
for its coat to turn to green, The snowbird sings a song he always sings
And speaks to me of flowers that will bloom again in spring
When I was young my heart was young then too
Anything that it would tell me, that's the thing that I would do
But now I feel such emptiness within
For the thing that I want most in life
Is the thing I can't win
Spread your tiny wings and fly away
And take the snow back with you
Where it came from on that day
The one I love forever is untrue
And if I could you know that I would fly away with you
The breeze along the river seems to say
That she'll only break my heart again
Should I decide to stay
So little snowbird take me with you when you go
To that land of gentle breezes where the peaceful waters flow