A little girl she stands, in the playin’ ground
Gazing into higher and grey clouds in the sky
My mama says it’ll snow, my papa says it will
Staying in a empty play ground with her alone
Waiting for the first flake, waiting for its sweetness
Stepping ground in cold air and hides her ruddy hands
Her black hair floats with wind that has chilled each one to his bone
Happy face and smiling, she’s still waiting for snow
…… ( Instruments)
Oh, what have you done lord, Her eyes’re disappointed
Why don’t you give me a surprise that would let me smile