Snow Snow

Snow, snow, falling down
Covering up my dirty old town
Covers the garbage dump, covers the holes
Covers the rich homes, and the poor souls
Covers the station, covers the tracks
Covers the footsteps of those who’ll not be back
Snow, snow, falling down
Covering up my dirty old town
Under the street lamp, there stands a girl
Looks like she’s not got a friend in this world
Look at the big flakes come drifting down
Twisting and turning, round and round
Snow, snow, falling down
Covering up my dirty old town
Covers the mailbox, the farm and the plow
Even barbed wire seems — beautiful now
Covers the station, covrs the tracks
Covers the footstps of those who’ll not be back
Snow, snow, falling down
Covering up my dirty old town