One, two, three, four Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green The snowbird sings a song
Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green The snowbird sings a song he always sings And speaks
Vertimas: Elvis Presley, Elvis. Snowbird.
: Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green The snowbird sings a song he always sings And
