The first snowfall fall brings HOPE!, and worry...
He sits by window in favorite chair
And through splintered glass, just just stares
At autmun leaves come tumbling down
From big oak trees, high, HIGH above the ground.
And dreams of the day when the first snowflake falls
And the joy it will bring... well maybe.
With the first snow of winter comes home his dear love
From her ocean side house, which she went long ago.
And so much has changed, since that spring afternoon
When she kissed him goodbye and said "I'll be back someday soon."
With jacket in hand he heads for the door
And lights up a smoke, to wonder some more
His hearts to shatters, then skips
But he's just not sure yet
Will she like his new beard, that he grew in the spring
And his mind keeps on wandering, to if she still wears his ring.
With nothing left to put his mind at ease
He heads into town for a bite to eat.
But he hopes with his heart that snow will come soon
And he can be with his love, from midnight to noon.
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