And the snowflakes are sacred tears
Descending to caress the evening land
Falling down for us, to bless us here
To dance and play in the street lamps
How can this be anything but beautiful?
How can this be anything but beautiful?
Was it yesterday when the streets were sad and bare?
The soil was hardened with frost and cold
It hadn’t snowed for years, only in my prayers
I had prayed for this with all my soul
How can this be anything but beautiful?
How can this be anything but beautiful?
I had feared the snow would turn to rain
I’d feared my wheels would spin out on the ice
I’d feared an accident would leave a stain
In the whirling white paradise
I had feared the snow would turn to rain
But it snowed long, long, long and beautiful
How can this be anything but beautiful?
