Mr. Snow, Mr. Snow,
how could you know?
the summer wind blows,
spring a soft beginning,
to tickle in your ear.
Mr. Snow, Mr. Snow,
where does the heart go?
when it follows the summer,
to the spring to the wind blowing,
soft a tickle in your ear.
Mr. Snow, Mr. Snow,
how will you know?
when the summer wind blows,
a beginning, a spring,
soft as a tickle in your ear?
Mr. Snow, Mr. Snow,
how does the heart grow?
in the spring, to follow,
the summer wind blowing,
soft a beginning tickle in your ear.
Mr. Snow, Mr. Snow,
only you can know,
how the summer wind blows,
into spring, as your heart grows,
a beginning, soft as a tickle in your ear.
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