Snow, Snow, Snow

It’s snowing
The world is turning white again
But my heart is yearning
For spring again.

It’s snowing
But I know
That the birds of spring
Are returning
And I feel so sad
That they won’t find
Spring here.
Because the snow
Has blanketed the ground
Once more
And closed the spring door.

It’s snowing
And I’m dreaming
Of crocuses
And blossoming apple trees.
The world has turned
Into a white wonderland
But for me –
I wish that the grass was green
And the sun did gleam.