Quite and slowly flowing snow
But don't be sad, my dear old friend,
Mists on the fields, the cry of crow
The captains will come back again
And it'll be warmly by the way
Sunbeams will dance through open shore.
Boats will passing by and come to our bay -
Someone quietly lifting oar
This winter's chill won't last too long,
With icicles that chime like bells.
And then all homes will smiling by a hopeful song
languidly remembering something else
languidly remembering something else
Quiet and slowly flowing snow
Quiet and slowly flowing snow
Flowing Snow
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