Snowbird piano leadsheet with chords

Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean

and an the unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green.

So lit The snowbird sings the song he always sings

for and speaks to me of flowers that will the bloom again in spring.

When I was young my heart was young then,

way that he'll ything that it would tell me that's the thing that I would do.

So lit But now I feel such emptiness within,

to and thing I want the most in life would the thing that I can't win.

The flow.

Yeah, if I could you know that I would fly

away with you.